Oh Ben. I'm glad you came another summer. I'm glad you make Kool-Aid for dinner every night. I'm glad you play with Alyssa and teach her ridiculous sayings. I'm thankful you play the guitar for Taft so I can exercise. I'm thankful you mow the lawn and do the dishes. I'm blessed that you are willing to drive six hours sitting "back seat, middle, feet on the hump" just so Erik and I can go to the temple together and you can get a fried catfish po boy! Can the next three weeks be a little longer? It's gone way too fast and I hate to see it end so soon.
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