Five years old

Not in her wildest dreams would my 14-year old self think that 8 years later, Hey There Delilah by Plain White T’s would all make sense and hit home. Five-orite! Five and favorite, get it? No? Okay.

Come to think of it, despite the distance, we’ve never really been apart. 5 years of insanity and sanity—together and apart. My alarm clock and personal driver. My rock, my anchor, my safety net—and I mean that in the best way possible.

To more years of ice cream, pizza, and wine.

To more flights and long car rides.

I’m all yours.

I’ll see you very soon.

Love,

Cae