Tomorrow is

's birthday, and while things haven't always been easy or fun, I just want to take a moment to say that I wouldn't trade a moment of it. Life has definitely been difficult the last couple years, and plenty of tears have been shed, but we've shed them together (or more appropriately: you've held me and kissed my head and promised we'd make it through. And you've been right every time.) Your face is the first thing I want to see every morning, and the last thing I want to see every day for the rest of my life. I just hope you still feel the same.
I love you and I hope that I get to say Happy Birthday to you many, many more times yet.
(I'm also posting this in a couple other places, to make sure you see it.

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Always Your Babbeh,
Me
Devious Comments
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"What though the field be lost? All in not lost; The unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?" Satan, '
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If Love is surrender, then whose War is it anyway?
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"What though the field be lost? All in not lost; The unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?" Satan, '
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When the rich wage war it's the poor who die...
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