He’s not 19 days.
He’s not 19 months.
He’s 19 YEARS! I’m not sure how this can be because I’m still 30 years old.
He celebrated by going to class, studying at the library (he better have been anyway), and then watching the Mavs game with Mak and eating his chocolate chip cookie cake.
Happy birthday, Evan! I’ve cherished the first 19 days, the first 19 months, and every minute of the last 19 years. May your year be filled with joy, health, and lots of time in the library. Love you big!
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