Wednesday, February 18, 2015

happy birdday (that's not funny, Shea)




Dear Mom,

There's your beach, and it won't be long till you get to be on it.

Yay.

And, as always, I am so highly impressed with you.

I don't know how you do all that you do, but, then again I don't ever remember you not taking care of everyone and everything.

And well.
You know.
I am in a state of eternal gratitude because of you.


Happy Birthday from It's an Honor to be Your Daughter.

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