Happy Birthday, Shannon!
I sometimes feel that we share a brain.
I love our friendship.
I love how we can truly make one another laugh, smile, cry -- you name it.
You're an incredible Mama. A fantastic friend. You have a beautiful singing voice. And you're gorgeous inside and out. (Though I've never seen your innards, but I'm sure they're pristine.)
I love you truly. And I figured that if you could have any designer cake in the world you'd probably chose a huge goldfish cake, so that's why I chose that photo above.
Look. It doesn't even need water or to be de-scaled or anything.
And if your doorbell rings around noon, don't worry - it's just the real-life version of this cake showing up for you to awkwardly and uncomfortably consume. It was either that or a stripper but it's really hard to find a quality stripper where you live. (Could you move closer to the city?)
I love you.
I'm beyond happy that you were born and I'm blessed to call you friend. (Is it ok to talk about blessings and strippers in the same post?)