Dad on Memorial Day
“Happy Birthday, honey. If I remember on your actual birthday, I’ll text you.”
“Happy Birthday, honey. If I remember on your actual birthday, I’ll text you.”
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When you have an entire shelf dedicated to your books #signsthatyoumadeit (Taken with instagram)
Baby! Where is my… oh, never mind. I found it.
Do you even look for stuff before you ask me where it is?
Nope.
You should try.
Well, it’s just, you’re so smart… you’re so smart and BEAUTIFUL, you already know where everything is.
…
Damn straight.
“I like your imperfections.”
She let out a nervous chuckle. “Why?”
“They make you real.”
“You don’t think I’m real?”
“No.” He shook his head as if to disagree with himself, but that wasn’t what he meant by the gesture at all. ”You’re too beautiful… for this world.”
Loverboy: Why don’t you just buy the e-book?
Me (making some noise to express my disgust): BECAUSE I have the whole series on paperback. It’s a collection. Plus, 4 of them are signed.
Loverboy: Well you have to get this one signed.
Me: I don’t think she’s touring this time.
Loverboy: What’s her address?
Me: Babe, she’s like, as big as Stephenie Meyer. She can’t just be giving out her address to-
Loverboy: I don’t give a fuck, babe. I’ll get it signed for you.
…
I love him. By the Angel.