Bestie is spending yet another birthday in a combat zone. Instead of celebrating, he is working 16 hour days, every day. He is feeling a little under the weather, but doesn't get to spend the day in bed.
No, on his birthday, he is protecting our nation. Protecting freedom.
But strip away the gun, the uniform, the desert, the jarhead, and he is still the awkward, goofy kid who somewhere between Ring Pops, AP Lit, and Batman rollercoasters, became my best friend.
Happy Birthday, Bestie! Wish you could be here and we could have a proper celebration.
Know that we miss you, we love you, and we are so proud of you.
Be safe.
Be happy.
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