This morning, as I held him tight, I told him I have only had 16 years without him. And 16 years is way too many. This is what he looked like then. Can you blame me for falling in love with that, bell bottoms and all?
Happy birthday, tootsie!
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I love your love!
What is the story behind tootsie?
They were the loneliest 16 years!
Love you for all the rest, Peep.
Well the tootsie story is somehow your dad was tootsie (think tootsie rolls) and I was peep (think marshmellow peeps). Don't ask my why.
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