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I remember what we were doing when her mom told me she was pregnant with her. (Walking in Glover Park, just left Starbucks.) I remember the texts I got when she was in labor with her. (“Reading US Weekly. Willy asleep. Gonna kill him.”) Yesterday she turned two. The time has flown by but is overflowing with the the very best of memories.

And from the warm-up celebration the night before…