Happy Birthday to the woman who lets me be me, even though I'm rather annoying. The woman who taught me to use my voice to stand up and be counted. The woman who showed me that you can love books just as much as you love your family (and sometimes even more). And the woman who survived raising me. I kinda think she needs a trophy for that one.
Happy Birthday Mom, Nana, Edwards.
I can finally take you everywhere I go and get a senior discount. Sweet.