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Happy fifty-ninth anniversary to Gram and Gramps.

Over six decades ago, a farmer boy clad in overalls and steel-toed boots swooped a Uconn sorority girl off her feet.

In sharing only two of these decades I’ve witnessed that they would do absolutely anything for one another.  Constant “I love you” holding hands, and kisses on the cheek when they think no one is looking.  Just a couple of 13-year-olds obsessed with each other.

Wish I could be home to celebrate.

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