For those of y'all who are new around here, the first time Andrew spoke to me was on his twenty-second birthday. Well, I mean, he'd said to me before that ostriches didn't stick their heads in the ground, but that was only a week before his birthday and then on his birthday? He sidled up to me while I was leaning against a table, blushed really hard, started talking, and then we just clicked. Three years, two apartments, one baby, and a lot of craziness later, we still click.
Love you, 25 year old Lover.
P.S. The song is by Boston. Mr. C. picked it.