If you’re reading this, you’ve turned 85. Happy birthday, my love.
I knew you’d keep going back to our booth, just as I knew I had to keep my promise too.
You’ll wonder why 85. It’s simple. We would have reached 50 years married if life had allowed it. And 85 was my mother’s age when she passed. She always said, ‘Steed, if you make continue reading …
