Dear Ms. Feverfew –
So I survived another birthday. I was determined to not suffer as acutely as I have in past years. Having Poppy and the Professor nearby certainly helped. We made you a cake and the Professor got to do the honors of blowing out the candles. It took him a few tries, but he eventually got them all out.
He asked me again today if you had ever met him. I told him no, you hadn’t. Then he said, “If I have to wait until I am 67 to finally meet her, it will be so worth it.”
He’s right. It will be so worth it, no matter how long we have to wait.
Happy birthday from all of us to you –
P.S. Poppy is looking particularly pleased with herself because she put all of the candles in by herself, which explains their skewampus angles and heights.