Myrtle treated me to lunch yesterday. Just the two of us.
“You arrived at 7:30pm on the Tuesday night. Born at home. 7lb 4oz. With those big blue eyes you were such a beautiful baby. So well behaved. You were a joy.”
“Ha ha. Downhill after that I bet! Hope I wasn't a disappointment to you.”
“No. Not at all. Never. You have always been a joy to both your father and me. We were both so happy that you are happy. With your life. It’s all we ever wanted for you. To be happy.”
Aww. (I know what she’s really talking about.) ❤️ 🏳️🌈
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