Dear Maren,
Thirty. I'm sorry I'm not there to embarrass you in person, so this will have to do.
I found the photo from the coast, the weekend it rained sideways and we ate chips in the car with the heater on full. You said it was the best holiday you'd ever had. I think you were being kind. It's in here anyway.
You also made the front page. I couldn't find a photo of you that you'd have allowed, so the paper ran the goose. He has your expression about birthdays.
The other one's the view from my window tonight. Same moon as yours, which helps a bit.
The last thing in here is afternoon tea for two. Take your mum, or wait for me.
Have the best day. Save me a slice.
All my love,
Tomas