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Posted on
Dec 1, 2011

Dear Rand,

You know what today is, right?

Yeah. Holy shit.

Sorry. I know cussing is only for special occasions like the Superbowl and visiting your family. But still. HOLY SHIT, RAND.

I think we might need to count them, to make sure it’s actually true.

One …

We. Were. SO. DAMN. YOUNG.

Two …

Remember how you couldn't kiss me without all those little hearts popping out of your head?

Three …

Notice how I didn't post a photo of the fauxhawk? You're welcome.

Four …

Returning home from a weekend trip to SF, summer 2005

Five …

Aaaaaand, FINALLY. The facial hair appears.

Six …

This is when we were scouting out wedding locations. The picture is blurry because I was drunk.

Seven …

By now I had gotten the distinct impression that you liked me.

Eight …

Yeah, it's official: You DEFINITELY have a thing for me.

Nine …

Okay, FINE. Maybe it's a weensy bit mutual.

 –

Aaaaaaand TEN!

I bet you were expecting another kissing photo, huh?

I’m ready to re-up our contract for at least another year or seventy.

 

Love,

Geraldine

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