I love you all.
But you the most, Tim.
I hope your day is great.
I know God will bless this next year just as He has the last one.
I’m so thankful for you.
I hope you live to be a hundred.
I hope I live one day less.
Or one day more, that’s not quite as selfish.
Okay, fine. I hope we die peacefully in our sleep on the same night when I’m 98 and you’ve just turned 100.
I’m sorry I didn’t get you a gift.
Please don’t take it personally.
Please don’t take it precedentally, either. You still have to buy me one for my birthday.
I’ll double up at Christmas.