HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EMMA!

Oh, Emma, Michigander light of my life! Your beauty has matured one more year, radiant enough to act as a torch to bring admirers from near and far! If only you knew what devastation lay in living a life without rubbing your fuzzy hair! Prolix exclamation of woe!
But wait! Today is a day of joy, not of sadness, therefore I feel it only appropriate to bestow you with this:

These cake books contain plentiful odes to your timeless excellence.
I hope that your birthday was incredibly excellent.