Dearest Friend, Compadre, Mother of my Fake Child, and Life Companion,
Hopefully, the stupid owl didn't wake you up, I meant for this to find you first thing when you crawled out of bed this morning. Especially, since I'll be stuck at the pitch until late this afternoon and then Sawyer wanted something so I need to go see what beloved big brother wants. Either way, I'll be all yours after that, all depending on what your beloved big brother wants to do with you tonight, and whoever else for that matter. Since....I know I can't be selfish and have you all to myself.
Anyway! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Love, Carver.
[OOC: Along with the letter came a bouquet of flowers, a big box of assorted chocolates, type writer ribbon, and...a new type writer...the owl might be a wee bit cranky.]