Dear Aunt Tammy,

Now that I’m 18 (so what if it’s weeks and not years!), I would take you to Paris for your birthday…

to climb the Eiffel tower

and eat dinner there.

I would buy you flowers near the Jardins des Tuileries.

I would read to you about the Mona Lisa while we tour the Louvre…

and drool on you as we stand in awe of her presence.

I would peel a banana for you as we eat lunch at the Cafe Montmarte…

and offer my burp cloth to keep you warm at night.

And finally…I’d give you lots of kisses, tickle you with my moustache and sing Happy Birthday as the sun sets…

Happy Birthday Aunt Tammy!