Hey, baby. Surprise.I know this probably feels a little bit morbid. But I just hate the ideathat I'm not gonna be there...to see you freak out over turning 30.I mean, it kills me not to be there.
You're gonna be so impressed .I have a plan, baby. Can you believe it? I've written you letters. Letters that will be coming to you all sorts of ways. I waited till your birthday. I figured you weren't stepping out of the house,for a while. Letter number one will be arriving tomorrow.
So for starters... I want you to get dolled up,and just go out and celebrate tonight. Go out with your girlies.I hereby free you from a party with your family, especially your mom.
So have a slice of the bloody cake...put on your dress and get out of the apartment. Denise, make a plan. Just leave me with John, okay? And know that wherever I am,I'm missing you. Happy birthday. P.S.I love you.