Sometimes you’ve just about given up and you console yourself with, “You know, this single thing ain’t as bad as all that, I can totally rock this for the next twenty years or so,” but then the improbable happens and your secret blog crush turns into your imaginary girlfriend and then moves to the Northwest and then I still can’t really explain to people how we met or why it makes sense at all that I should meet someone who lives in California and we should date for months before she moves here (this alternative lifestyle that bloggers live being pretty confusing to others) and anyway, what I’m trying to say here in my ridiculous roundabout way is, Happy Birthday, Sarah. I’m glad that you were born, and that you are in my life now.
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