To my best friend,
To my best friend,
I miss you. A year ago today, we were excitedly chattering away and preparing for the 4th of July. We bought so much food, so many fireworks, and worked our asses off.
And it was hard.
Ridiculously hard. I spent the better part of the afternoon working at Gigi’s while you prepared for our “party.” Our celebration of mom. It had been 111-days by that point. So, we had a small get together with…
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