This was 15 years ago when you were a few weeks old, and cute as a button, and now look what a beautiful lady you have become! I have been trying to post for an hour and a half, so Happy Birthday, and I am off to bed!
The birds have come! They sing, they sing!
On greening boughs that sway and swing,
And over meadows winging,
Where late the winter's snow has lain,
Clear washed by April's warming rain;
And verdure fresh is springing!
Catherine J. Miller (Aunt Kate)
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