Happy Birthday Stephanie

This is Stephanie. She plays volleyball for Westminster College, (Go Griffins) is model-gogeous, got married in June to that fellow there, Zach, is Nick's sister (mine too now), and her birthday was yesterday!
Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!
Oh yeah, and she's ten kinds of awesome.

I present these skittles as an offering of love and friendship.

We even have the same taste in perfume.
That's like the girl equivalent of being blood-brothers.

She gets really excited when presented with gifts.

Dear Stephanie,

Happy birth-week. I'm glad you were born, and not just because you probably kept Nick from becoming too overpoweringly nerdy, but because I like you a ton. 

I'm glad I got you for a sister.

I hope your birthday was a party in your mouth. 

If not, milk this next week for all it's worth; things will go back to normal soon, but til then remind everyone it's your birfday. (Or at least birfweek.)

I was going to write you a poem lauding your many talents, but then I remembered this funny card I once saw . . .

That is all.