Happy Birthday, my Jo(e)y.
My baby turned two.
I was driving to the ranch this morning, thinking about you, Joe. I was on my way to pick up a birthday hat and decorations to hang outside of your stall and a song came on.
“I need you to know
In this life and every life
I choose us every time.”
Now Joe, I’d be lying if I said I thought of you first…
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