Twenty-three years ago, for the first time in my life, I helped Dennis celebrate his birthday. We had been dating for a few weeks, and I was distraught to realize that I had already fallen in love with him. Today, at about 5 am, Dennis kissed me as I lay in bed, I wished him a happy birthday, told him I loved him, and he headed out the door for another business trip.
Normally, I run on Doyle Time, but yesterday, I made the effort to spring forward to Ruffing Time. With help from the kids (Luke made a Boston Cream Pie), we were able to celebrate Dennis's birthday after dinner. It was worth the effort.
Photo taken 6/18/11
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