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Today, I am posting for the usual reason I post on 26 December.
When I was 8 years old, I came downstairs on the day after Christmas to find a tiny, adorable baby seahorse curled up asleep on the living room couch. She had come in the mail that morning; I still remember her bright pink box with the irresistible tag, Squeeze me! I squee!. (The box was subsequently lost on one of our moves, and since I never put her back in it, it was little mourned.)
duokinneas is no longer a tiny baby, but she is still an adorable seahorse. And while I haven't actually known her since birth, I have known her a certain number of years (in fact, she is now the age I was when I met her). This calls for some retina-scorching rainbow hearts!
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Happy birthday!
When I was 8 years old, I came downstairs on the day after Christmas to find a tiny, adorable baby seahorse curled up asleep on the living room couch. She had come in the mail that morning; I still remember her bright pink box with the irresistible tag, Squeeze me! I squee!. (The box was subsequently lost on one of our moves, and since I never put her back in it, it was little mourned.)
duokinneas is no longer a tiny baby, but she is still an adorable seahorse. And while I haven't actually known her since birth, I have known her a certain number of years (in fact, she is now the age I was when I met her). This calls for some retina-scorching rainbow hearts!
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Happy birthday!