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It doesn’t come easy for people to change. To fight what comes naturally, or in some cases, doesn’t come naturally. Change is hard.. he might even say impossible, or at the very least, unlikely. As much as he doubts himself though, he has shown me these past few years it is so possible to become a greater version of ourselves.

I think it’s love that does this to us, mixed in with enough life for great failures of our past… something to fight for that we don’t take for granted because of the loss we’ve experienced. Whatever it is, however it happens, I believe in that change now.

Perfect is a stupid word to throw around, but thank you Aaron for knowing everything that would mean the most to me and making me feel so loved on my 30th birthday. You.

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My little nephew Grayson turned one. He had a County Fair birthday party and I made pies.

baby with pie face

Aaron wrote him the most beautiful poem, it made 3 women in my family cry.

The Fair

Grayson, I missed you
At the County Fair
On your first birthday

Calm as a lion, you led
Sheep through their pens,
Quieted chickens,
Awarded first place to all the prize piglets.
They cheered,
Your judgements are righteous, O Wise King of One!
They offered
Cotton candy, wide smiles, precious presents, pies
To the Good son,
You multiplied loaves of joy

Do not be afraid.
The goats only want the food on your sleeve,
The horses tall as trees, with kinder eyes
The bears, beware.
There should not be bears at the Fair,
Show them kindness as they leave.

Mind your manners
Is a rule for guests.
Wear cake on your face
With pride and grace
Munch through your gifts
You are a cow with four stomachs
In the American West

Now,
With a year of love untied,
A belly of a toy chest,
Save room for dessert

But before you’re quite asleep tonight
Above the Big Top, beneath the sky,
Will you share with me a bite of pie?