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I like you

He was next to me; near enough to tap his foot with my own, but far enough that I could stare at him through my hair without him feeling it. The table between us held popcorn, wine, and the pipe I had purchased for him that first Father’s Day. A small bonfire crackled...

My Man’s Birthday

He usually is the first to get up and the one who starts breakfast most mornings. How fitting that as the girls and I talked (well, mostly Aneliese and I) about what we should do for Dada’s birthday, the very first thing that Aneliese thought of was that we...