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If you're a bird, I'm a bird

I was talking the other day about how turning 35 was difficult for me.  But at the same time it was exciting.  I knew without any doubt, 35 would bring about big change for me, and it did.  Two weeks after my birthday is when he and I separated.  And my life began to change, for the better.  And yes, I've hit a few bumps along the way, the biggest being the past few months with what I've faced with Barbie, Jr.  And it doesn't seem to be over yet.  But for the first time ever for me, everything seems to be falling into place for me.  

For the first time in a long time I am happier than I have been in years.  There have been times in the past year I thought I was happy, and I was, but not like this. He makes my heart skip a beat, takes my breath away and puts a big smile on my face. He's the one I've been told all along doesn't exist.  All men are the same they would tell me, guys like that don't exist.  Well, he's living proof that there are nice, genuine men out there.  He's the sweetest, handsomest (yes that's a word), most amazing, wonderful guy I have ever met.  And it's all real. And he's all mine. :)

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