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January 16, 2013

here’s the thing that i realized, sitting around the dinner table with sarah and rowdy and her boyfriend and a new friend, mouth full of homemade chicken fajitas and sarah’s world famous guacamole:  i am loved.

maybe not in the i’ll buy you flowers just cuz kind of way.  maybe it’s not the love that opens doors for you and calls you to say he’s thinking about you.  not in the smooch smooch and holding hands, while skipping down the street kinda sorta way.  but it’s love nonetheless.  and i’ll take it.

now pass the guacamole.

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