So here it is. Your big day. And I'm not there to celebrate it with you. Sniff. You were there for my 50th and I'm not there for yours. I'm so sorry. Somehow, I will make it up to you.
To my sister from another mother - who loves Jesus, her family, books, the Northwoods, potatoes and chocolate. Just like me.
And has a birthday today. Just like me.
Now, if only I were still 50. Just like you.
Have a wunnerful, wunnerful day. Love you!