You may remember Buckaroo's poem from a few posts back. The FMF added an illustration of her own and turned it into something like a page out of a children's book-- just for me on my dirtday. I told her I'd never before had a birthday prezzie that made me cry. I must be getting smooshy in my old age. And I was so worried there would be a dearth of friendship in The Woods.
And just because I'm feeling sentimental I thought I'd add this one of my little mama and a brand new me:
November, 1971
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