Wearing my motorcycle helmet, trying to make me believe he's not doing the same thing he does every night; try to take over the world!
She's eight now. Eight. If I could help her a thousandth as much as she's helped me, that'd be saying something.
Megan won't let me take her picture. Let this represent the laughs we share together. The patience and the love, the smiles and the sadness that is this life. I could never have been what I am without her belief in me; or without her strength.
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