Oh, happy birthday!
91 years packed into 2 candles.
So beary sweet! Flutterbys before my eyes!
The sweetest thing, from her, with Love.
We sang the birthday song.
Thanks for the gifts,
and birthday wishes
from all of you.
Can hardly stand it
'til I'm 92!
Mama's got a brand new bag.
And, since I am the oldest one here, I get to share a little wisdom. Here goes:
I wonder. Will life be this great, when I'm 92?
A winner's prize.
Just showing off? No. This is some serious mail.
Another letter to another chick. Time to write more. So I bid you goodnight.