Happy birthday, Katie. Twenty-eight years ago today, I learned the meaning of unconditional love. Twenty-eight years ago, I learned what patience meant. Twenty-eight years ago, I learned what it meant to love someone so much it hurt. Twenty-eight years ago, Katie came into my life. I learned that I could eat cold food, function on a few hours of sleep a night, and know the joy of being a mom. You have taught me a lot (in fact you and your sisters have taught me a lot) and still continue to teach me every day. Perhaps that is what made you become a teacher. So Katie, I hope this year will be better than last, but not as good as next year. That each year will get better and better for you.
~~Love Mom~~