Happy birthday, Gramma Dooley

Given all the wonderful things you've been and done for Sahara, you are hereby officially declared a bona fide birthday triplet. The ceremony will have to wait until this weekend...it involves licking the frosting off a cupcake, a secret chant, and some other nonsense.

I think you're supposed to wear pink Crocs, too...but if you've got a note from your doctor, I can probably get you off the hook on that one.

Five days until the big celebration. I can hardly wait! (And yes, that means I'll be there!)