CAESAR
The ides of March are come.
SOOTHSAYER
The ides of March are come.
SOOTHSAYER
Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
Twenty-three years ago today, my life forever split into "before" and "after."
Robin: "Nyah nyah, all your hair will turn gray starting
in five . . . four . . . three . . ." Me: "Nooooooo!"
Karen checking Laura for washing instructions or warranty.
Happy Birthday, Chiquitas! We'll be there to help you celebrate soon.
XO XO
Dad
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Ah such lovely children. Wish we'd given them a better world to come into.
ReplyDeleteAwww Happy Birthday to the girls!
ReplyDeleteChildren are the way we learn that everything we worried about before we had children was not worth worrying about. Hooray to the Fies tribe today!
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, girls! You can now start telling your folks all the things you did that they think they kept you from doing!
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