Happy birthday lil’ Mama!
So young you are, yet so wise. {said in Yoda voice}
I loved you when we were munchkins and you were my roly poly baby sister . . .
. . . and I love you now that we’re peers. Best of friends.
I even loved you when you were a tube of toothpaste.
Though that sandwich thing . . .
. . . it wasn’t your best of looks. I think we can safely say it’s been uphill on the fashion front for you ever since.
Happiest of days, sweet thing!
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?