Last Saturday, when I was writing about my fall,
I inadvertently deleted Harry's Happy Birthday post.
I'm going to try to recreate it.
I can't believe that Harry is already 18.
He is a man now.
He is a senior in high school.
He is a phenomenal runner.
He works at the Coffee Deli, located down the street from his house, when he is not running.
The weather was incredible, so we lined up the lawn chairs
and proceeded to engage in a fun game of lawn darts.
We all played, even me.
David won first prize,
Gus came in second,
And Walter scored third place.
The only thing he could think of that he wanted for his birthday was,
wait for it,
Toe Socks.
I had no idea what that even was.
He, being a runner, was up on the latest trend.
So his gift was toe socks, and of course, some money.
Harry is throwing a lawn dart.
I'm sharing this so you can see what a dedicated runner's legs look like.
All muscle!
His birthday cake was a pumpkin spice bundt cake.
It was delicious!
You are 18.
You still have those dreamy eyes.
Keep winning those races.
I 💗you!
Your Gram forever!
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