Happy Birthday, Mom.
I bet you never thought you’d ever be 82 years old, huh?
You with your busy, loving heart and that killer smile.
If I’d been with you on this day, I wonder what we’d have talked about?
This was just a date. It turned into, what? 59? 60 years – and us.
Sleep well, Mom. I love you. I hope they had balloons for you today.
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