Even though I don't get to see you as much as I would like, I still think you are the best bebe in the world. I hope you have a wonderful, wonderful birthday. In fact, I wrote this little poem for you (well, I dictated and Mama typed it out for me):
Another candle on your cake? Well, that's no cause to pout. Be glad that you have strength enough To blow the damn thing out.
I wish I was there to celebrate your birthday with you! I'll just have to make Mama and Dada drive me to Massachusetts soon to see you again!