It’s hard to believe, but you seem to get younger every year. Wasn’t it only yesterday that we were slinging burritos at each other in the kitchen, sword fighting with pencils (I have the mark under my arm that proves your marksmanship), and barreling down uneven country roads—think Simpson-like, white bronco—being chased by juvenile delinquents? Did anyone even know what a seat-belt was back then? We’ve come a long way, babe, but I have to give it to you—you are the classier of the two of us, hands down. I no longer think you got dropped off by the mail man—it could very well have been me. Lol.
Your family is first-rate, adorable and admirably well behaved (even Ron, haha)—not sure how you did that, but I am hoping to be privy to your secrets someday. I admire your distinguished achievements in your job, and have witnessed the respect and reverence you receive from your co-workers and church family. You make a difference in children’s lives each day, a feat that is hard to match.
So sit back, relax, and enjoy a very, special day. It is well deserved.
Have the Best Birthday Ever.
Love,
Cher and family
Heading Home
8 years ago
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