happy birthday, dear momma

Dear Susan:

I had an idea. I thought I would ask some of your friends for a few reasons why they loved you.

I was hoping *fingers crossed* to get 65. I didn’t get 65. I got more than 80.

Here’s to you. You are loved.


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And a few more for good measure…

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And honestly, I’m sorry to every other kid out there. I just made you look REAL bad. Bam.



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