HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALEXANDRA!
I love you immensely, my birthday twin, and thank God for you daily. Dare I say that you’re the second best thing that ever happened to my son. Lol. On second thought, let’s just share the top spot!
Oh, and BY the way …
If you are the mother of a son who is a hatful, peanut butter and jelly biotch to the woman who eventually steals his heart, what in actual HELL is wrong with you? That’s gross. No, really! It’s gross!
They’re only ever ours until it’s time for them to NOT be! Actually, scratch that. They were never really “ours” in the first place. They belong to the God Who blessed us with the honor and privilege to be their vessels into this existence. OUR job is to raise them into the good, strong men men who shall LEAVE us and cling to the women we’ve been praying for since the day that they were born if we’re wise … and I was! This little girl of his … no … OURS … is proof positive, once again, that I really am God’s FAVORITE daughter whose truest prayers are always favored. Just sayin’.
The Diary Of My Perfection 
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