february 8th, 1993
2:00 [in the afternoon]
school bell rings. grab all my stuff and mosey out to find mom.
find jordan, find julian. no mom.
search the parking lot and notice grandpa standing outside his big grey truck squinting his eyes and scanning the sea of kids. he sees us. we make our way to him wondering why he is there. in his calm and nonchalant way he explains, "your mom is having the baby"
excitement fills the two minute drive home.
we walk through the door and see grandma sounded by the little kids. she looks up at us and proudly says, "she's here!"
I took you to show and tell. mom bought us matching outfits.
you were mine.
18 years,
a million dress up sessions and photoshoots,
seven billion inside jokes,
movie quote language,
very few days of not speaking to one another [intentionally and unintentionally]
silly. billy. sana saaaaaa.
you are still mine.
happy birthday beautiful!
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