Just so happens that today is a special day. It started early for me. Elliott just hit the last of his single digit years. I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to wake him. If only I could have been there to tickle-attack his morning. This just means I will be making it up next year. Promise I wont completely miss any more of these big days.
Happy Birthday Elliott. I miss you. I love you.
PS Thought you might enjoy the little something I found on my balcony just after talking to you this morning. You didn't have anything to do with this did you, Elliott?
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Happy Birthday, Spastic Squirrel Man!
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