Thursday, April 3, 2014

24




Twenty-four is kind of a big deal.  

At least, I thought it was kind of a big deal when I was 24.  When I turned 24 is when I met Santa, and this whole wonderful life started. 

I tell everyone, the only reason why Santa and I got married was so that Skittles could be born.  I always imagined Skittles up in heaven with Jesus, looking down and saying, "We have got to do something to get my parents together, Lord." and then the spark of electricity between Santa and I happened, and the rest just seemed like dominoes falling into place.

Happy Birthday to Skittles!  

Love you past heaven!

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