Dearest Leif Robert Langford:
Thank Goodness for Megan Eileen Gregg's existence. It is her fault that I am now your "best friend forever".
Thank Goodness for Berch Tree, Mitchell's, Barnett Family Park, BAM, and the other few Lakeland spots that permitted hours of nonsense conversations with a nonsensical character with blonde curls and a knack for articulate ramblings.
Thank Goodness also, for Kleenex tissues.
Happy Birthday Leif.
love you, I.
PS: I can see up your nostrils.