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*Birthday GST*

My birthday started off with some sad news (Felix is detained in the States for another two days due to the volcanic ash cloud) and I decided that I needed to focus on the small things that encourage me throughout the day...so that made me think of my GSTs and I thought I would do one today!

* a chocolate bunny from Switzerland and a favorite chocolate chip muffin from the bakery
* a voice that sounds stronger and feels stronger
* sunshine and no rain after days and days of it
* a dear friend to help fill my birthday, since Felix is stuck in America - she even gave me a flower
* being able to talk to Felix, my parents, my sisters and my cousin!
* receiving a book made by students, here are some exerts:


"On her day off, Miss Kidd meets Mr. Ring."
I love the winking faces that Felix and I have.


This one says, "Dear Miss Kidd, I like you because you are nice. Happy Birthday. I love you!"


The German sentence says, "On her day off, Miss Kidd sleeps comfortably in her bed." Doesn't look too comfortable to me though! :) Please notice the crossed legs! :)

*getting these in the mail:
All birthday cards and all were sitting in the mailbox today!

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