Yah, I know it was June 22, but you’re over in Hawaii – for which I’m not in the least bit jealous – and you’ve managed to keep the celebratory train running. And after 64 years, I say you’re entitled.
You’re the coolest, craziest, most adorable parents a black-hearted editor could ever hope to have. May my life be as rich and full of laughter, love, and excitement as yours has been. I love you two crazies.
Oh, who am I kidding? I’m jealous as hell. Eat a coconut for me, willya?