Were you born in the early morning when the Sun was waking? Were you born when the Moon coaxed the world to sleep? Or maybe you came here when the Sun was highest in the sky. Oh goodness, just another piece of you I don't know. You are becoming the most valuable puzzle I call mine and yet so many pieces are missing. I hope to collect them soon.
What should I get you? Where can I take you? Who should I bring with me? Why can't I think straight? The only thing I can see is your love. How can I reflect it back to you? I love you. I need you. I want to show you.
Would a tidal wave of sunflowers be sufficient?
Could a flood of happy tears and breathless speech be adequate?
Can a star that is given your name seem acceptable?
Will a new house leave you pleased?
.... At least I know one thing; all you want is to be with me.
And I, with you.
I am so happy. Today is a great day.
Happy Birthday Mother, Happy Birthday.
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