Happy birthday, to me.
As I write to you on my way to DISNEYLAND, let it be known that I do not deserve my boyfriend. He woke me up an hour ago (4a) surprising me with the trip. He kept it a secret for months! The exchange was similar to the following: “Baby, wake up.” Sleepily I asked, “Where are you going?” “We have to get up.” “What, why?” “We’re going...