My Dearest,
Today, you turn 25. A quarter of a century. It has been both a literal lifetime and a blink of an eye since the day you came into the world. I was 20, just weeks shy of my 21st birthday, when I held you for the first time.
February 1, 2000 was my parents’ 30th wedding anniversary, and they had canceled their dinner plans thinking they’d be w…
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