Milan dear,
This is a little remembrance on that certain important day, however it may get there a day or so late but it still has the same sentiments. I made them Sunday morning, in case you wonder the kind: hermits and an oversea cooky is in the bottom half the later can be kept for some time. It ripens with age. (Oh yes you may wonder why the lumps of brown sugar; it hardened, but I sent them anyway). If you bite down on something hard blame it on me, it's one of the shells I missed.
I love you so and hope this shall be the last birthday we won't be together.
Happy Birthday, Milan
Loads of love
Your wife
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