Dear Ashley,
Happy Birthday to my baby girl. I'm sad that we weren't able to give you breakfast in bed on the red "You are Special Today" plate, and sing to you while you wear the birthday cake hat with it's flaming candles. We didn't get to huddle together with you on our bed and watch you eat while you opened your presents. Instead, we sent you off to California and Disneyland with your best friend and a pocketful of cash. What kind of parents have we become? Please forgive us. I did give you a wonderful gift, which you will discover when you come home tomorrow: a clean room! Yes, I went through every drawer and cleaned out/organized your dresser, closet, book shelf, desk, and under the bed (unfortunately, I still did not find the two missing phones...which was the real reason behind the massive room detox). I hope you know how much we love you and are so happy that you joined our family 14 years ago. How lucky for you to spend your Happiest Day on Earth at the Happiest Place on Earth. Have a Magical Day! (cue The Cricket singing....)
Love,
Your mommy
