When Holley first came into my life, I was thirty-one and she was a few months past the age of three. That was thirty-two plus years ago. Today is her birthday and she is thirty-five. Reflecting now as I type this, I wonder how different my life would have turned out without her being part of it. It would have not been the same and it certainly would have not been better. I am happier and more complete for her being.
Much like me, she can be a pain in the ass. Her mother will tell you that is because Holley and I are so much alike, yet I disagree with Paula’s blanket assessment. Except for where her and I share remarkable similarities, she is uniquely Holley and I would not change one damn thing about her or our journey together.
In my life I have felt a truly special type of love for less than a handful of those of the opposite sex. Holley, unless she continues to be a pain in the ass, is one of these. Happy Birthday, to Paula’s favorite daughter, Adams favorite sister, the FUPs second favorite female and the best friend/daughter I could have ever dreamed could be.
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