It's eleven fifty-five on the night of the seventeenth, your second birthday. I still have time to write to you a love note that someday you'll read and most likely think is too mushy.
Sunday afternoon, daddy and I were laying on our bed when you came in and climbed on top of me. You leaned into me and I gobbled you up, then you were off to play some more. Before I let you down, I said, "Oh, you make me so happy, Sugar boy!", and as you toddled away you echoed, "Happy! Happy!"
You make our home so happy. We are all so thoroughly entertained with your shenanigans and your sense of humor. I love you with my whole heart. Happy birthday, my sweetheart Danny boy.
Love mom
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