You thought I forgot, didn’t you?
Well, I did. At this point I know only that it is 2007. The day, and the month, are complexities I can not comprehend in my harried state of mind.
To you, my mother, I wish you a happy birthday. You were born on June 26 some time during the 20th century. You were 34 years old for so many years of my youth I have no idea of your present age.
Eat a piece of this virtual cake. I will raise a real glass to your visage later.
Happy Birthday!
