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So I'm sitting at my desk with tears welling up in my eyes, and then I get to this:
“Um, they didn’t have chocolate,” he said nervously to Reid. “So I got vanilla and banana and chocolate vanilla swirl and butterscotch, and they didn’t have turkey so I got ham and roast beef and chicken Caesar and you just said potato chips, but I wasn’t sure so I got ridged, no-ridge, barbecue, salt & vinegar, sea salt, cheese and sour cream and sweet potato.”
AND I SERIOUSLY LAUGHED OUT LOUD. LOL'D AS THE KIDS SAY.
Oh my God, words cannot express. So I'm just gonna quote, OK?
And now that Reid didn’t actually have to worry about a gravestone and what might be emblazoned on it, he could grouse to himself that when Luke expired at the ripe old age of 110, his gravestone would no doubt read, He was a good boy.
Reid grudgingly brought a hand to the small of Lucinda’s back. “I’m not forgiving you yet,” he warned her. “I know, Sweetheart, but you will.”
Reid sighed and said, “Have I ever told you how much I hate these fortune cookie moments with you?”
“Which I’m guessing is somehow farther away than the one I have now?”
--Just the whole bedside "vigil" which is just so Reid, I can't even.
“My grandmother’s last name is Walsh,” he reminded Reid. “And Henry isn’t a Snyder. Neither is Casey.”
OMG, OMG. This has broken my heart and yet filled me with such happiness at how very much they love each other. Sigh
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“Um, they didn’t have chocolate,” he said nervously to Reid. “So I got vanilla and banana and chocolate vanilla swirl and butterscotch, and they didn’t have turkey so I got ham and roast beef and chicken Caesar and you just said potato chips, but I wasn’t sure so I got ridged, no-ridge, barbecue, salt & vinegar, sea salt, cheese and sour cream and sweet potato.”
AND I SERIOUSLY LAUGHED OUT LOUD. LOL'D AS THE KIDS SAY.
MOVING ON TO PART 2...
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And now that Reid didn’t actually have to worry about a gravestone and what might be emblazoned on it, he could grouse to himself that when Luke expired at the ripe old age of 110, his gravestone would no doubt read, He was a good boy.
Reid grudgingly brought a hand to the small of Lucinda’s back. “I’m not forgiving you yet,” he warned her.
“I know, Sweetheart, but you will.”
Reid sighed and said, “Have I ever told you how much I hate these fortune cookie moments with you?”
“Which I’m guessing is somehow farther away than the one I have now?”
--Just the whole bedside "vigil" which is just so Reid, I can't even.
“My grandmother’s last name is Walsh,” he reminded Reid. “And Henry isn’t a Snyder. Neither is Casey.”
OMG, OMG. This has broken my heart and yet filled me with such happiness at how very much they love each other. Sigh
Ahem. OK. Off to read the second part. ;P
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Off to read part 2.
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