Happy birthday, dear sister of mine.
Gilocav dabadebis dges, chemo dvelpaso daiko.
May you grow old only in maturity over Georgian men who act frighteningly similar to their one-year old sons. Ex: I hope you never take your friends' phones away from them when they want to leave but you want your way. If they can't call marshutkas, they have to stay! Hooray!
Also, we're killing two pigs today. It's not in your honor, but in my mind and heart it is.
Love ya, sis.
<3
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