Happy Birthday, Kenze.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR KENZIE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.

Wow, are you really 27? Has it been that long? Yeah, yeah the march of time. For you, it's a long march, but for me the march is getting shorter. Kinda scary. No, a lot scary. Happy Birthday, and hope you have a great and fun day. What a year it has been. You are now a mother, and a great one, I might add. Norah is a wonderfully bright, cheerful, and beautiful kid who is becoming more human, quite nicely, thank you very much. Her Spare-the-Rod, Spoil-the-Brat Day Care must be providing her with lots of positive attention, nurturing, and love. You really should give them a hug, or a paycheck.

Anyway, Happy Birthday again to the easiest kid any parent had to raise. Always obedient, respectful, smart and funny, with a mind all her own and not afraid to speak it or use it. Love you lots.

Not sure what year this was, but it looks like you are having a growth spurt.

Yes, you have Daddy wrapped around your finger.

Going to have to start shaving those pits?

Helping Dad with the old garage. Around these parts Kenzie is called Bob, as in Vila. And it all started here.

Carrie outfit for Halloween in 1995.

Love the Mona Lisa smile.

And what parent wouldn't love a note like this? Click on the pic to enlarge.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KID

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