The rest of the morning was a blur of celebrations. Her friends called to wish her a happy birthday, and her dad took her out for a special bike ride around the neighborhood. But the highlight of her day was yet to come.
A small, neatly wrapped box sat beside her mug, tied with a silver ribbon. The card read: “For Lacy. Open me first.” lacy lennon lacy enjoys her birthday present
As she opened the journal to the first page, a small piece of paper slipped out. It was a poem, handwritten: The rest of the morning was a blur of celebrations