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Happy birthday, wee Lucy. Five years old today. If you were here right now, I’d give you a big squeeze and let you touch ebony’s fur. But since you are in France, I’ll have to settle for thinking about all of the fun things we will do together in the summer. I baked these cookies for you this morning. And I’ve consumed about twenty-seven of them in your honour.
I hope that when you go to bed this evening, you will dream sweet dreams of all the magic that will be your life.
Know that I am sending you lots of love from my side of the ocean…