Hey B'day Girl

Oh, Ryan, you always know how to make the SJG giggle like a school girl.  Thank you for showing up at my door in your tuxedo, early this morning.  The bouquet of roses, the fresh-baked kugel, and the nifty way you recreated the tap dance scene from "The Notebook" in my front hallway, while my dog barked incessantly, nearly ruining your timing, hit me on a deeply spiritual level.  I sure wish you could've stayed longer.  But hey, Ry, I understand, you're a busy, handsome guy.  Maybe next year, you'll help me blow out the candles.