Dear Elena Marie,
My Elvish princess, I still remember how you would parade about the house with your moo-cow, pleased as punch to have the run of the house.
What a fine, you lady, graceful and gentle, wise and kind, you have become. Know that God loves you and watches over you, carrying the weight of having a (very) weird, (very) old Dad.
And let's not forget: chocolate and ramen, ... but not mixed together.