Dear Papa,
With all of your threats of rolling around our house in a wheel chair, drooling, asking everyone you roll into to "pull your finger" and using up the phone line all day long (this was in retaliation of me using the phone a lot as a teen... nice try Kirk, you didn't foresee the cell-phone phenom)..... anyway... for these reasons, we're not thrilled at the idea of you getting older. But wanted to wish you a happy birthday anyway.
Love you--
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