Happy birthday, darling. I'm late to the party (again), but please accept as a placeholder, this, the aria for It girls such as yourself who just can't help it if when they walk by, the bread slice turns to toast.
Precious gems and delightful treats to follow throughout the year, as they develop.
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions—the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.