Today is your birthday. You are officially old. I'd tell you that you could feel free to break out the orthopedic shoes and bifocals... except I know you've already equipped yourself with those items. We do need to talk about you wearing them out in public - you're not THAT old yet.
On a more serious note, let's talk about me. Well, since it's your birthday, I'll try not to make this TOTALLY about me. Let's talk about us.
We have known each other for... a long time. I'd ask you how long now, but we're both too old to remember. I wish that I could be with you to celebrate, but in my absence, a cake that looks like someone's spine will have to suffice.
Here's to many more years of poop jokes, Disney references, inappropriate touching and using sports catchphrases that neither of us really understand (but don't know enough to know that).
On a more serious note, let's talk about me. Well, since it's your birthday, I'll try not to make this TOTALLY about me. Let's talk about us.
We have known each other for... a long time. I'd ask you how long now, but we're both too old to remember. I wish that I could be with you to celebrate, but in my absence, a cake that looks like someone's spine will have to suffice.
Here's to many more years of poop jokes, Disney references, inappropriate touching and using sports catchphrases that neither of us really understand (but don't know enough to know that).
I love you.
xoxo
p.p.
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