Monthly Archives: January 2015

Bailey, Seven.

And on your seventh birthday, I cried. Sure, I get a bit nostalgic and misty-eyed every birthday, but last night, Sweet Bill, I curled up in my bed, and I had a big, fat, ugly cry.  You see, the longer I know you, the more desperately I love you.  And the more desperately I love…

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