I’ve cherished the good times and awesome memories we have shared so far.
You make me admire you lots; I can’t even help myself.
You’ve helped me find my mom. And I never get tired of your stories.
And I wike tawking wike a widdle kid wif you.
And I like your relationship with the NYPD.
And your friendship with me.
Here’s to your birth. On this day. On this earth.
Say, a prime number of years ago.
And an indefinite number of years ahead.
Happy Birthday, Brook.