There are words you will never hear me say and so many memories you won't get to make but this is still yours even if you are not here to blow out the candles or to enjoy the waxy frostingless cake (I remember how you said that cake is better just as cake). There's a new-found chill in the December air and the sun may not be here in the morning, but I am going to smile through the darkness and sing the song anyway.
Happy Birthday, Hun!
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