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Happy Birthday 🎉

 A good friend of mine asked me to write something special for her. It's also her birthday today.🤗❤

This is for you dear.❤

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Why do we need birthdays? 

Why do we need a day to remember that we are still alive?

I think the question answers itself, no?


We celebrate birthdays to appreciate the beauty of life. To remind someone that we're still here, still kicking, still hopeful, still thankful.

It reminds us of age, that we are no longer kids, it reminds of responsibilities— nature's way of asking for our quota to the human race. 

But if you didn't even give one dear, you existing is enough.

On this special day, when you think about how far you've come, may you smile and rejoice, may you be thankful for the highs and lows and look forward to many more years ahead. Birthdays are great, because only the living celebrate life.


Happy Birthday Ajibola. Continue to live graciously and prosper.🤗❤

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Taiwolilly🌼

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