♡· 𓄼𓈒๋ ִֶָ To celebrate was to embrace an act of wonder and joy. To show the whole world they had a little baby girl. A date that would be written forever in time, a life, a love, a child. Tiny fingers and perfect toes, rosey pink cheeks and a little button nose. A true miracle, she was born 18 years earlier. As she grew, she often wondered, she grew up as a pretty and a successful young woman. And her special day has arrived just today. I would like enunciate a happiest birthday to thee, dearest Prim Chanikarn. Mayest this remembrance of birth be another year for thou to thinkest of none end's; but a brighter tomorrow. Mayest the morrow be for thou, as white. As snow; mayest the seraphim, who surround's thy worries and protects. thy home, showeth, thee the light above thine tear's. Mayest thy sight be clear, and thy crown, be uplifted and flared. As the world's glare hast betrayed thine eye's. Observeth upward wherein paradise lies; as thou wilt hath wing's one day. O' laureate of poetry's net. O' brilliant woman; Prim Chanikarn ๑ · .⭒ ۫