Dean

Dean,
Today you are 2 years old. How is that even possible? I remember the phone ringing late at night, and how I started crying when I heard squawking in the background. You sounded so tiny and I had waited so long to hear your voice.

Now, you say, "I wuv you, Aun'ie!" You tells me you miss me, that cows say "moooo," and you always shout the word yellow when you finds something that color.

Your Grandpa used to tell me this every night before bed (still does sometimes)and so I'll say it to you: I love to the moon and back. Happy Birthday, Love-bug!
xoxo
Auntie Oohoo