Dear June,
Four years ago today you were born--in the comfort of our own home, with Daddy waiting excitedly by as he rubbed my back for six hours straight. As he will tell you on your birthday until the day he dies, the first thing you did when you came into this world--before you cried, before anything else--was to poop in his hands. I'm guessing around age twelve you will roll your eyes when he tells that story and he'll tell it anyway.
We love you so much Junebug. We're so happy your here with us. You've added so much joy and happiness to our lives and have made us both better people.
Happy 4th Birthday to You!
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You left out the best part... about how I will tell that story on her 16th birthday, at her high school graduation when all her friends are there, and... wait for it... AT HER WEDDING!
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