Happy Birthday, Mom.
If you were here, we would be celebrating with lunch and a girl's day out. Bay would be begging to come along, insisting that she was old enough to hang out with the adults. :) Instead, we will be letting balloons go at your grave, like we did last year to commemorate the day you left us. The kids like knowing that they can send you mail in Heaven. :)
But, I rarely let them see me do that. Because I want them to associate you with happiness, not tears. :)
Happy Birthday, Mom. Once again...we love and miss you. Every. Single. Day.