First Dad took me to a hotel for my birthday so I could "get away" and then he surprised me with a birthday party in the breakfast room at the hotel. I thought we were going out Christmas shopping and there was my family.
Dad had my flowers fixed that the restoration team ruined. And he added in little blues and pinks for my grandbabies
They had a "wrap room" at the hotel. Dad had to wrap perfectly.
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I barely recognize those girls with their dark hair. Happy late, late birthday.
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