Twenty-One, My Girl , The Keys Are Yours
- Heartfelt
Twenty-one, my girl. Today the world hands you the keys. Drive carefully. Dance recklessly. Call home sometimes. Happy 21st.
Twenty-one, my girl. Today the world hands you the keys. Drive carefully. Dance recklessly. Call home sometimes. Happy 21st.
Happy birthday, my girl. Every year of watching you grow has been the best year of my life — until the next one. You are brave and bright and so deeply loved. Today is yours. We're yours too.
Happy birthday, daughter. You have my stubbornness, your mother's charm, and your own particular brand of chaos. The combination is entirely unreasonable and I love it.
Happy birthday, my daughter. The world will tell you a thousand stories about who you are. Trust the one we tell you at home: that you are wholly, fiercely, exactly enough.
Happy birthday, my girl. You have made parenting exactly as difficult, beautiful, and sleep-depriving as advertised. Not one complaint.