Because I love you and because it’s your birthday, I won’t mention the time we were seated at your sister’s sixth grade band concert, and you leaned over and said to me in a very loud stage whisper, “Mom, I forgot to put my underwear back on after my bath,” creating a laughing spasm that rippled through three rows of concert goers and making me want to slither under my seat.
Instead, I’ll just say - Happy 30th Birthday, kiddo! (Where did the time go?)
© 16 December 2008, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder
Love,
Mom
