tomorrow is chris' birthday. we are going to ol' vernal to see his family. last night i made him homemade pesto pizza with tomatoes, mushrooms, spinach, ricotta, and mozzerella.
it was good.
oh chris, i am so glad that you were born.
i like when you strum guitar chords on the couch cushion
"i'm practicing my triplets" is what he says.
or when he creates drum beats at my kitchen table.
oh chris, your head is always spinning in a swirl of music notes.
i love that about you.
happy birthday music man.
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