Two dozen years later, she is the first one I think of when I wake up in the morning, the first one I want to share my day with, and the first one I look to for answers.
I don’t know what I have ever done to deserve someone like this, but she puts me first when she is tired, first over herself even when she is sick, and is the first to say something nice when the world is caving in on me.
When…
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