Or, happy birthday, Ta, as Ruby calls her.
Our first little girl is five today. We picked her up before we even got home from our honeymoon (we bought her from a family in Hutto on our drive from Houston). She's been a constant, loving companion, and our home would not be the same without her wiggling ways. We love her, despite her affinity for post-dinner snacks of, well, poop.
Thank you for your love, Stella. I hope that we treat you as well as you have treated us.