To the little things that make for happiness.
It's funny how distance can make you understand (albeit some times with much agony), the impact of another person in your life. It makes the little things matter.
(Even if they are as ridiculously tiny and as irrelevant as my feet.)
Happy Birthday to the boy who can fit all of the little things in the palm of his hands.
There is a little world that rests in them. And that world is a whole person.
Thank you for everything.
Your ignorance to how special you are, is both endearing and humbling.
Always stay happy, always stay loved. May all of your large and little wishes come true.
May you always be the Spud amongst the moronic studs that surround us.
the other potato.