Happy 70th,
Trish!
A little wild.
A little wonderfully weird.
Completely one of a kind.
The animals insisted on coming.
We were told there would be cake.
You deserve
a medal.
And a nap.
Seventy years of life. And somehow, this is your current assignment:
- One retired military man.Retired from the military. Still available to supervise absolutely everything.
- One son of very few words.Keeping the family word count low. A brave, if hopeless, mission.
- Two stepdaughters.Because this family clearly needed an expanded cast.
- And the baby of the family…She’s going to need her own page.
Commanding officer of the chaos.
Compensation: cake.
“Moooom…”
— Jocelyn,
probably now.
Your son saves his words.
Jocelyn uses his entire allowance.
The baby of the family may be grown, but the lifetime subscription to Mom is very much active.
Tap for another very important announcement.All those words really mean:
“You’re still my favorite person to tell.”
No unsubscribe button. We checked.
You didn’t just
make memories.
You built a whole zoo.
Five grandchildren, plus two more through Jocelyn’s marriage to Mike. And four great-granddaughters to keep the adventure going.
That’s a lot of love, a lot of birthdays, and absolutely no chance of eating a snack in peace.
Your heart just keeps making room.
Family tree? More of a wildlife reserve.
The rare &
remarkable
Trish.
Of course you love weird animals.
You’ve had years of practice with us.
And lucky us, you kept us.
Scientists are baffled.
The family is grateful.
The best part
of our wild bunch
is you.
Trish, behind every joke is something we really mean: we’re so lucky to have you.
Thank you for the patience, the conversations, the room you make for all of us, and the love that keeps reaching across generations.
You’re more than the person everyone needs. You’re someone we love, enjoy, and want to celebrate—just for being you.
We hope this next chapter brings you more laughter, more adventures, more wonderfully weird little things… and a few uninterrupted cups of coffee.
You are so, so loved.
Different kinds of weird.
The same kind of love.
70 years.
One Trish.
So much love.
Stay curious. Stay quirky.
Let somebody else handle the chaos today.
Happy birthday, Trish.
We love you more than Jocelyn loves
saying, “Okay, one last thing…”
With all our love,
your whole wild bunch ♡
P.S. Jocelyn has one last thing.
She loves you.