When we met, I was fifteen and he was fourteen and I thought he was the best looking boy I’d ever seen. I wore a lot of glitter and drank Mountain Dew. He wore a fedora, and smoked lucky strikes unfiltered.
I never dreamed that a lifetime from then we’d have created a life, a family, a future together.
Happy Birthday, Shanny. And more importantly, thank you.
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