For you, my house--Today is your birthday. You are 2. I honor you the same way my mom honored every house birthday. With cake. It's the greatest compliment I could ever give you. The greatest love I can give is always wrapped in frosting. Today, we celebrated you with sprinkles.
You have been a good house. Lovely, open and inviting. Before living with you, I never, ever dreamed I would have granite counter tops. But now I do. All because of you. I must admit that you've settled some, a few cracks are showing your age. But all in all, you still look young.
I must secretly admit, I've thought of selling you. I could pay off my debt and live with my mom. But, that mere thought, without being spoken aloud, gave Nana a silent heart attack. So, together we shall stay. Which makes me happy. I hope you're happy too. You should be, it's your birthday. I made you cake. I hope you enjoy it, because we enjoy you. Happy 2nd birthday.
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The Fosters are so strange!!
(I mean that with a huge amont of love!!)
Oh by the way, last night we figured out that everyone in the Powell home is even right now. Should be a great year!!
Ooh, two is my favorite number! Happy Birthday beautiful house. I wish I could eat some of that cake. It looks so yummy. And you all have dressed your house in such cute attire. I love it, love it!
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