It was all gravy, every minute of it.
Happy birthday, Immy. It seems like just yesterday I was lucky enough to find an open seat next to your mommy. I met you then. You in your little prairie skirt, snuggled in a lap quilt. Me in cargo pants and lanolin-stained shirt, disheveled hair poking out of a bandana, sleepy baby at my ankles. Your mom: the most lovely and welcoming smile I've ever seen. Big kisses to THREE.
You're going to make me cry Anna. Thank you. You were a beautiful sight to me.
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