I was driving to work this morning and realized that it was your birthday! And not only is it your birthday, it is your 100th birthday! This day is indeed special! I continued driving to work wondering what I would do to celebrate you, and I figured that I'd write you a letter to let you know what has been happening in my life these last thirteen years.
The only difference between you and mama is that she doesn't make biscuits from scratch, nor does she make quilts by hand. She is, however, in the process of sewing together a Thomas the Train blanket for him. You'd be very proud of her. I know I am!