HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL PINOCCHIO.
I could literally write thousands and thousands of words for you, Pin. Sonnets, books, poetry, essays, memoirs, songs, music. I’d write it all. Course we don’t have time for that today, not when words get in the way sometimes. You’re the one who taught me that lesson.
You’ve taught me a lot. You’ve taught me how to be more selfless, more giving, more patient, more understanding. More than anything, though, I think you’ve taught me strength. You’re the strongest person I know.
So on this holy of holy days—your wonderful 19th birthday—I plan to try to give back as much as I can without overwhelming you and, well, gushing, as I tend to gush. Let me lavish you and spoil you today, Pin. Let me try to show you how much I love you, though ‘course, I don’t think even I have the words for that.
Never forget that I’m here for you. Always remember that you’re my favorite. I love you.
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