we're a lucky bunch, miss.
those of us who love you. or work with you. or work out with you.
or call you mom. or whatever. anyway, we're lucky.
you make good times super good, funny things super hilarious,
difficult things easier, really difficult things really easier,
and you always offer a voice of reason.
i asked the boys for a quick picture for your birthday one day when
they were in the middle of turning our swingset into a pirate ship.
i didn't tell ethan to put his arm around his brother.
there were no bribes involved. no begging. only smiles. for you.
happy birthday, dear friend.
a lucky bunch