In August, I stock up on candles. "What is it, exactly, about November that is so-o-o romantic?" I often think to myself (counting nine months back) while signing card after card for various friends and family members celebrating their own end of summer birthdays within just a couple of weeks of each other. Today it was three-year-old Mary's turn and she drank in the attention, the serenading, the icing, and the presents with such delight.
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