Happy Birthday, Mom!

I know you love the card, you always do - even the ones I buy on the go some years from a local crappy grocery store.  Oh, gosh, sorry!  A less-than-average grocery store.  I actually like this one, though.  Spent loads of time at the Hallmark store searching for just the right one written by someone you've never heard of.  I don't think I've ever been so impressed by a professional greeting card composer's melodic use of words.  Isn't the stranger's artwork lovely, the colors just the right hue?  I knew you'd think so, just as I knew you'd tell me how wonderful I am for always choosing just the right card.  But no matter how magnificent the glossy paper inside the pretty envelope, I know what brings that mist to your eyes.  It's the words I add by my own hand, brief as they may be.  The ones that say I love you and whisper my voice in your ear.

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