Twenty-one years ago that redhead was born and about a week and a half ago we celebrated her birthday with lemon-drop martinis, a spaghetti dinner, and a bouquet of chocolate-dipped strawberries. I have so many years upon years of memories with her. Not very many people are blessed with friendships like these that last from the baby, childhood years into the strange, early adulthood years, and if they last that transition, then baby, there’s no killing this bond. Not only is she beautiful, successful, and hilarious, but she is also kind, thoughtful, and loving, and, dearest Reagan, we love you!
– ❤ A.