So let's celebrate. I think we should play sock football in the backyard. Maybe shoot some hoops across the street on the neighbor's driveway. We could play a game of Candy Land, watch Sesame Street, and tonight before you go to bed, I can read you your favorite book, "Goodbye Moon."
What's that? You are a little bit too old for all that stuff?
You are 23 years old today?
Man ... I shoulda never blinked.
When she was little, Emily used to look at me and put her hands on her hips and say, "YA BIG!" She would never finish the sentence. It was always just, "YA BIG."
Happy birthday, Ya Big. Happy birthday to the big goofy girl who is funny, ridiculously talented on the oboe and leaves an impression everywhere she goes. I bet there's a little gathering in Rochester, N.Y., tonight, and her fellow oboe students may raise one or two in her honor.
Love and miss you, Ya Big!
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