Love. I has it in spades.

Kim said:

"I heard you telling the boss the other day about how you didn't get a cake this year,

and didn't have any candles to blow out. 

I was in the other room and I thought

'Ah Ha!  I'll make her a cake!'" 

And she did. 

And it is delicious.

And beautiful.

And the sweetness of it (the cake and the gesture) is enough to make me cry.

I love you, Kimmie.

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