I could probably make you a card
Or just give away your age
I should probably scream it to the world
But I forgot, that’ll be me one day

I could sing you a song that everyone knows
But that would be sooo cliché of me
So (clears throat)
Here it goes

You’ve held my hand from the day it was as small as an Oreo cookie
You’ve kissed my feet because you knew it would entertain me
You kiss my scars and said it would be okay
But you didn’t baby me
No no no nooo way
You told me to be a strong woman and to hold my own
You said Brittany you’re 18 now but damn shol and grown
I said I know mom I get that I do
It’s just sometimes I try so hard to be just like you
Its hard when youre not here to hold my hand
But sometimes I have to pull up my pants
And be a wo-man

I guess in so many words and so many ways
You’ve taught me a lot
Like to be strong and behave
I just wanted to show you a different way
That I could tell you happy cake day!

P.S. I love you so much and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing this
(blows kisses, and blows out your birthday candles)