A postcard! There isn't an envelope strong enough to hold fun and delight! This girl is bursting out! She's trying to, anyway. What's the bird that likes shiny things? Magpie? Well, this bird likes all things having to do with writing mail. She "borrows" my art tools and she do-do-do her thing, right on the scene! She also likes to tell little tales of dreams, schemes, and arm chair adventures. She loves . . .
Goodness me! Feels like someone shook the Birthday Clouds and presents came pouring out! The mailman rang the doorbell this morning and woke me wide up. Half asleep, I disarmed the alarm, "dashed" down the stairs, hooked a hard right, peered through the drapes, and . . . no one. There wasn't a soul in sight. That meant "look down." So I did, and there lay the prettiest sight! One glimpse only hinted at the delight in store. Tomorrow I will tell you more. Tonight my neck and shoulder are much too sore. Okay, not sore, but it rhymes. And I am tired of boring you with all this. Maybe I will tell you tonight! JC went to pick up a refill prescription for me. I really, really, really do want you to see all the wonderful, amazing, imaginative, goodness Anna! A birthday party in a box! Down to the littlest details, and a CAKE! Oh, just you wait!
And there's more. JC, home from Chicago last night, walked through the door with . . . Oh, just you wait and see. It's another Happy Birthday retake for me!