Good morning, birthday girl!

It’s your best day!

Somehow you went from this . . .

. . . to this . . .

. . . to this!

I’ll be danged if I know how it happened.

Should we perhaps call you the birthday queen?

I hope you have an awesome day at work, teaching your classroom the beauties of the Spanish language. I hope you eat something great, that someone (other than yourself) makes you a birthday cake, and that you get to have a long and wonderful talk with your deployed hubby-of-a-Dave.

I love you, and I’m so glad you came into the world 26 years ago . . . even if I was a little disgruntled at first.

Wary of the competition, some might say.

Concerned about the waning status of my supremacy in the household.

By the way, um . . . what do you want for your birthday again?