happy day late birthday miss priss! look how cute you were, i can't believe you're eighteen. it seems like just yesterday we were running around the yard with umbrellas in our underwear in the rain, or splashing around in mud puddles, and making up dance routines for mom and dad. i miss being at broughton with you and driving the trooper to school all those early mornings, can't wait til you're hopefully wearing red and black with me next year! wish i could prance around the streets of new york with you this weekend like we did a few years ago. we'll have to celebrate when i get home for sure. stop getting older please, you're supposed to be the baby. hope you had the best day, miss you and love you.