Happy Birthday C. I hate calling you C. Your mom will not let me say your name on the internet so I will Just call you "The C Man" unless you can think of something better. I want you to know how special you are to my family (in particular me). Your cousins talk about you all year long and love the time we spend with you in the summer. I remember the day that you were born. I remember getting the phone call from your parents. Hearing the pure joy in their voices as they described how beautiful you were. I remember how happy I was to be an aunt yet how sad I was that I couldn't be there. That joy has stuck. I remember when I first met you. You were about 5 weeks old and you traveled all the way across the country to go to my wedding. I didn't fully understand what a sacrifice that was for your whole family until I had my own children. You have made your whole family happy with your witty sense of humor and your big heart. I have to say C Man I worry about one thing. I worry that as you get older you won't think I'm "cool" anymore. In fact, I can already see that happening. You are becomming more cool and my coolness is slowly becoming nonexistant. I hope I don't become this goofy old lady that you can't relate to. Oh C Man! That would be terrible! Let's promise to NEVER let that happen! EVER! We love you. Happy Birthday!