Happy Birthday, Sammy!
You're officially a teenager!
And although I'm still a bit uncomfortable with your new, deep voice on the phone, I am excited that you're growing up.
13 is going to be fun.
And even though I'm too poor to send you a birthday present, I am singing birthday songs under my breath for you.
So if you hear some creepy singing, it's probably me.
I lurve you.
I luff you.
I loaf you.
Because love is not enough.
ps This is still my favorite picture of you, taking care of your gross bunny :)