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... singular sensation, every little step she takes.


One thrilling combination, every move that she makes.


One smile and suddenly nobody else will do.


You know you'll never be lonely with you-know-who!


One moment in her presence and you can forget the rest.


For the girl is second best to none, son.


Oooh! Sigh! Give her your attention!


Do I really have to mention? She's the one!

Happy Birthday, Kiddo.

Here's to a lifetime of discovery.


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Gillian said…
Happiest of birthdays to the Yuki-est of girls!

May she never need the assistance of Wonder Pets (just their comp'ny)!
10:51 AM
courtney skony said…
Wow, a whole year! Happy Birthday! Can you bring her back here for a visit? We miss the Yuki (and the phlip)
3:11 PM
Anonymous said…
congratulations to you, phil and mimi - and happy birthday to you, yuki!!! margaret, gon, justine, et al!!!!
5:25 PM
Anonymous said…
Happy birthday, Miss Yuki!
11:31 PM
Anonymous said…
How do you say Stolat! in Japanese?
KT
2:59 AM
Anonymous said…
Happy Birthday, Yuki! love, jen
11:26 AM
Anonymous said…
Contrary to the calendar, time with your children is exponential, not linear. (Sorry for the Math reference! Consider the source.) If you think this year went quickly, just wait! She'll be in Kindergarten tomorrow, high school next week and college will be over in two shakes of a lambs tail. I don't mean to be a downer, just want you to enjoy every second. And keep the 30 seconds coming. I love them.

Judy
9:30 AM
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