Today is your birthday. I'm sure you are puttering around the "Old House," restoring an antique rocking chair of sorts that will grace your stunning collection of Victorian relics. You will not want to draw attention to the fact that it's your birthday. You will not ask for anything or expect anything. But the irony is that you deserve everything. Bless you for filling my life with the best books, movies and music. How could I have grown up without Where the Wild Things Are?, Gone With the Wind, and Debussy (to name a few)? Bless you for bearing nine children and creating a haven for us where we felt safe and loved. Bless you for trying to be a million places all at once for a million different people. You are a marvel and I honor you. Happy birthday.
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