HB, Julie!

The Birthday Girl at 6 with pensive younger brother (that would be me)

 looking on pensively. Not certain what she was so sweetly wishing for

 (maybe a Betsy Wetsy?  Another brother?  Or two?  Or three?).
But we feel quite confident that she got it....

(Ed. Note:  Today, in honor of our celebrant, we are using

Large Type, appropriately called Elder Font.)

It’s the perennial paradox. A mere

handful of candles for a child in the

bloom of youth with unlimited lung
 capacity and overwhelming eagerness
 to let loose.

  And, on the other hand,

 a virtual shitload of flickering flames contaminating the surface of the

 oxygen-deprived pensioner’s cake
(whose enthusiam for the occasion
is generally diametrically opposed to
her 6-year-old self's).

  If the flames or pulmonary and 

coronary exertions don't get her,

then the sugar just might.

But all that said, we won't let such
 concerns sully the occasion. Instead,
we wish you All the Best on your
 Big Day, Julie! (And still feel quite
 confident that your fondest wish
 is soon to be yours.)