All week long I have remembered that your birthday is today. On Monday night, I bought you a birthday card at the grocery store. It was cute - you'll like it. I signed, addressed, and stamped it that night. I knew if it got mailed on Tuesday that for the first time in our lives you would get a birthday card from me on time.
I left it on the kitchen table Tuesday morning.
Yesterday, vowing not to make that mistake twice, I made sure it got in my bookbag and out on my desk. The plan was to have a seventh grader take it to outgoing mail in the office during activity period study hall, at 9:45.
At 3:30 I discovered the card on my desk.
This morning (the day of your birthday) I managed to get the card delivered, via a student, to outgoing mail. There is a chance that the mailman has already been here and that it is indeed in outgoing mail - to go out tomorrow.
Happy Birthday today. I tried.