Happy birthday John. This is the woman who gave birth to you. AKA mom. AKA Jeema(?). Anyway I was trying to think of something clever to say to you and of course I felt that Reesette(?). I'm sitting here with absolutely nothing funny or cooperative and I believe you're in training into your second trimester assuming you're gonna went to 90 and I think you're probably in training in to the best trimester up here by. I do love you and I cannot tell you how much I love you. I think you know how much I love you and I hate to be kept.