
I posit to you that a great travesty of justice occurred when those few hundred errant copies captured the attention of a nation. For that event overshadowed something far more important to me.
My mom was born.
Happy birthday, Mom. Sixty years. Seven hundred twenty months. Twenty one thousand, nine hundred fourteen days. Well over half of a million hours. But who's counting? ;)
I love you, Mom. Here's to another 60 more.
I love you too! If anyone ever asks me what my biggest accomplishments were I have an answer. My kids.
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Mom