Happy Birthday, Bubby. I love you.
Even when I'm grumpy.
Even when I forget to say so.
Even when I don't ask how you're doing or feeling.
Even when I'm mad.
I love you. Period. End of story. We're in this. Always.
You're 25 today. Can you believe you were only 19 when we met? Started dating. Babies, we were. We still have a long road to go. I'm glad you're my partner.
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