Happy birthday Cowboy (on the left and Vern Pluhar on the right, summer '09). There isn't a day goes by that I don't think about you, and breathe a prayer for you. You were my best friend while we were growing up, and I guess we sort of kept each other alive during those years. After all, we did have some close calls. I just wish we weren't so far apart, but until the distance gets closer, just know that I love you, and care for you just as much as ever. Have a good day, and a utterly fantastic, and exciting year. See you when I get there. Your sister. Rosie
P.S. I couldn't find the picture I really wanted to put on here. Things are chaos. I am moving next door.