When I grow up to be 84, I want to be as beautiful as my friend, Millie Garfield!
Here's wishing you a very delightful birthday full of good surprises.
We love ya!
Though the entire poem from Carl Sandburg from whence this quote originates was not quite so pretty, I love these last few lines:
I would rather have been a tall sunflower
Living in a country garden
Lifting a golden-brown face to the summer,
Rain-washed and dew-misted,
Mixed with the poppies and ranking hollyhocks,
And wonderingly watching night after night
The clear silent processionals of stars.