Because she drove from Milwaukee to my house on a Saturday night to watch my four-year-old and one-year-old (along with her own almost-four-year-old) so Jason and I could attend a wedding reception where we drank wine, danced to Elvis, and hung out with my eighth-grade math teacher reminiscing about 1992. Oh and did I mention that I got Jason to dance with me in public? And that I got to talk to one of my most favorite teachers ever- who actually remembered me after 12 years and who I'm apparently slightly related to? Ok, I guess I did, but I just had SUCH A GREAT TIME LAST NIGHT and I wouldn't have been able to go if it weren't for Steph. Plus, today she offered to change a poopy diaper even after she had spent her entire Saturday night with three girls whose combined age barely equals a third of hers. (I didn't really mean for that to sound like she is totally old, but I guess it did. Sorry!) Anyway, what more could you possibly ask for?
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aww! *sniff* I love you, too.
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