Ok, this is me. But it's also the complete opposite of me. Thanks to my E and her little J, at 36, I am starting to feel like I can be a kid. I can be, if only temporaily and on special holidays, the kind of person who will put on a Miley Cyrus wig, Grave Digger hat, plastic Hollywood glasses, and agree to be buried under a mound of random toys. While having her picture taken. Holding a Little Mermaid magic wand. Riding a stuffed pony. Smiling like cheese. I am so grateful for my friends.
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