It was late January. It was one of those "stay inside" days. The temperature was a cold 27 degrees and cloudy. Mark and I had just finished giving shots to four litters of pigs.
"I think that I'll spend the afternoon cleaning the house. It is really needing it," I said walking to the front room and putting away my coat, gloves, and scarf. "What are you going to do the rest of the afternoon?"
"I need to grind a couple loads of hog feed. The fats are pretty close to out," Mark answered, washing out the syringe and putting it back into the drawer. "Okay, just make sure you remember to come in if you need to warm up," I said to him as he walked out into the cold.
I loaded up a bucket of disinfectant, furniture polish, a rag and soft scrub, and headed to the basement. I hadn't cleaned down here for at least a month and it sounded like both Kate and Peter would be home in a couple weeks.
I opened the closet door in Kate's room and there on a hanger was pinned a single red rose. I remember when she had brought it home a couple weeks ago. She had told us that she and Peter were engaged! He had took her to the middle of a bridge and asked her to marry him and then pulled this poor single rose out of his coat pocket. Yes, one month after Bret left us for good, Kate was engaged! I just stood there for a little while, dust cloth in my hand, looking at that rose hanging there by its stem on that hanger. Maybe we will find out when and where this big day is to be when they came home.
"I was cleaning in Kate's room and saw that rose Peter gave her," I told Mark at the supper table that evening. "Goodness honey, can you believe Bret is married and Kate engaged? We are going to be alone before you know it!"
"That's life I guess," Mark said taking a bite of his toast.
I hopped up and ran to him, and threw my arms around his neck, "I love you, do you know that?' I whispered into his ear, as tears wet my cheeks.
"Are you crying?" he asked looking up at me.
"Kind of," I said wiping at my cheeks.
"Come here," he said taking me gently onto his lap. "Life is just that way. We wouldn't want the kids to stay here all their lives now would we?"
Sitting there in his lap, his strong farmer arms tight around me, I felt better. "I'll be okay as long as you are beside me," I said looking onto his blue eyes.
He just held me there for a little while as our food got cold. Finally we finished our supper and did up the dishes, turned out the lights and went to bed.
A couple weeks later Mark woke me up by pulling me close and whispering into my ear, "Happy anniversary honey."
"Thank you," I said half asleep.
"I'm getting up but you can sleep for a bit if you want," he said pulling away from me and sitting on the side of the bed.
"What time is it?"
"6:43"
"Be kind of quiet. I'm sure Peter and Kate are still asleep." They had come in last night as they had planned. It would be another good week end with them home.
"Okay, I'll try," he said pulling on his jeans and walking out the door.
It wasn't but a minute and he came back into the bedroom. "Honey, do you know anything about this?" he asked handing me an envelope.
I took it and opened it up. Inside was a Happy Anniversary card, signed Bret and Emma! There was no stamp on the envelope.
"Where did you get this?" I asked looking up at him.
"It was on the table leaning up against the salt and pepper shakers."
"How on earth?" I asked looking at it again, as I followed him out into the kitchen. "Do you think they are here? Kate and Peter would tell us if..."
All of a sudden the basement door flew open and in stepped Bret, Emma, Peter and Kate! "Happy Anniversary!"
"What in the world!" Mark said coming around the corner.
I just stood there dumbfounded! "Well it's your 25th!" Bret said.
"But when did you come and where is your car?" I asked looking out the window.
"Last night and the car is hid behind the bushes out front."
"Yeah we stayed up and let them in the basement window," Kate piped up.
"Well you little boogers! I suppose you had this planned all along."
What a weekend this turned out to be! Saturday night they loaded us up in the backseat of the car and drove us over to Adam's folks house. When we walked in, there were people everywhere with "Happy Anniversary" ringing out into the room. The kids had went together and bought us a microwave! Wow, what a surprise all of this was. How sweet of everyone! We felt so special.
Saturday night just before we went to bed, Peter and Kate broke the news to us. "Will it be okay if we get married in the front yard?" Kate asked looking all excited.
"Well, I suppose," I said looking at Mark. "When is the big day anyway?"
"We are thinking about August 15th. And could you and Emma be one of our maids of honor and groomsman?" Peter asked turning to Bret.
"We'd be honored!" Bret replied.
"We will be telling you about what we want you to wear later. I'm thinking of black long dresses for the ladies and tuxes for the men," Kate piped in.
The weekend was over before we were ready. The new microwave was in place and plugged in and ready to go. Soon after lunch on Sunday, everyone left and the house was terribly quiet. The college kids had studying to do and Bret and Emma had six hours of driving. I needed some time alone.
"Honey," I asked Mark who was leaning back in the recliner half asleep, "I'm going out for a bit okay? I need some time to think!"
"Okay."
I grabbed my coat and gloves and stepped out on the deck. Taking a deep breath of fresh cool air, I started to journey down memory lane as I made my way slowly walking past the farrowing shed. I couldn't believe it had been 25 years for Mark and I! For 25 years we have worked side by side, plowing the wheat fields, harvesting the wheat, planting the beans and milo. For 25 years we have built up this little farm, worked calves, delivered baby pigs and calves, and many many other farming tasks that are much easier and more fun to do together. For 25 years, Mark has held me at night as we slept, held me close when the storms came. Together we brought home a little boy and then a little girl. Together we borrowed money and built a home down here on the creek. Together we tenderly replanted the little maple tree out in the front yard. Now that little twig was a 40 foot tree and in August it will be the center of Peter and Kate's wedding. For 25 years I have been Mrs. Beck.
February turned to March and March to April. New baby calves came to the farm. Fat pigs were hauled off to the market. Yearlings were hauled to the sale barn. The flocks of geese started to fly over, heading north. The big maple was getting tiny red buds. And Kate was getting anxious to go dress shopping.
The last weekend in April, she and I headed down interstate south to start our looking. We were going to spend the afternoon shopping. It would be kind of fun, even though I hate shopping with every fiber of my being! We ate at Olive Garden and Kate ordered her favorite, fettucine alfredo. After paying the bill, we headed off to shop for dresses, shoes, fabric, and whatever else we could find that Kate thought would be nice to have for her big day. There was so much on the list. Kate tried on dress after dress but we weren't 100% satisfied. It was close to 6:00 when we headed back to the car.
"I'll drive home so you can sleep," I told Kate as I got into the driver's side.
After we were out on interstate heading north, Kate leaned back in the seat and was soon asleep. I was buzzing right along at 70 mph, my mind going about that same speed. I pulled out to pass a motor home and all of a sudden it was pulling over to pass the semi in front of it! I swerved toward the median to avoid hitting it and ended up in the median going 70 mph! Bump, bang, "Mom what in the world!" Kate screamed sitting up fast and holding onto the door handle.
I jerked the steering wheel back toward the highway and managed to somehow get back on the road. "That motor home!" I forced out between breaths. "That guy must not have seen me and pushed me off the road! I didn't know what to do but hit the median!" I let out my breath that I was holding.
"Well, thank goodness we are okay! We came pretty close to hitting that overpass mom!"
"I know it. I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do. It happened so fast."
We were more that overjoyed to drive into our driveway a half hour later. Mark had the chores done and supper started for us. We had lots to talk about at that supper table!
The next weekend we tried again. This time the highway took us northwest to a quaint little town not far from a lake. There was only a few businesses along the main street as we made our way down it and into the parking lot of a steel machine shed building. A sign across the top of the door read: "Hatty's Bridal Shop" plain and simple.
As we opened the door and stepped inside, a small petite older woman came up to us and asked if she could help us. All around us were brides dresses, bridesmaids dresses and party gowns. There were shoes of all colors and sizes, jewelry, and things for your hair.
"I am looking for a wedding dress," Kate said, bringing me back to reality.
"I love to dress the bride to be! When are you planning your wedding?" the lady asked.
"In August. Yes it could be warm so I was thinking something sleeveless. And I really want a big Cinderella style tulle skirt!" Kate said.
"Is it to be in a church?"
"No we want to have it in my parent's front yard. We live on a farm so they have a nice big yard."
"How much do you want to spend? Kind of in the ball park anyway?" she asked.
"Man I don't know. I'd like to stay below 300 dollars maybe if that's possible," Kate said looking in my direction.
The lady thought for a minute her hand over her mouth. "Let's see. Yes I think I have just the dress for you. Follow me."
We made our way to the back of the building, reaching out to feel the material of the dresses as we passed.
"I was thinking of this cute little dress," she said holding out a beautiful sleeveless gown with beaded lace on the bodice and a dreamy poofy tulle skirt. "Why don't you go into that dressing room and we will get you into it and show your mother."
I sat there waiting. Then the curtains parted and out walked our daughter. We thought she was beautiful, but when I saw her standing there in that dress of white, a white train pinned into her hair, falling to her waist, she was breathtaking.
"Oh Kate it's beautiful," was all I could get out.
"I love it too mom!"
"And guess what, it is on sale," the lady said.
"Well that's it. If you really like it Kate, we will get it," I said walking over to her and feeling the material.
"I do mom, very much! It is exactly what I had in my mind."
For the rest of the spring and into the summer, there was cattle to get out to pasture, pigs to haul to market, alfalfa to cut and bale, wheat to cut, and beans to plant. There were bridal showers, invitations to order, flowerbeds to plant, black material to buy, weeds to pull, and grass to mow.
Our phone rang one early morning in July. "Hello there," Von said as I answered.
"Hi," I answered, receiver resting on my shoulder as I was stirring the orange juice.
"Listen...I was wondering if you could run up here before you start your day. I want to try on your dress and see how it fits. Bring Kate too. I would like her opinion."
"Ok," I looked at the clock. "How about say 8:30."
"Great."
Von, our neighbor, was an excellent seamstress. She was happy to make my dress and some of the bride attendant's dresses for Kate. She was like a sister to me, and Kate and Bret were like her family. They had spent lots of days at her house as Mark and I worked in the fields.
"Kate," I hollered down the steps. "Could you run up to Von's with me around 8:30? She wants to have me try on my dress and has a couple questions for you."
"Yea that should work," she said coming to the bottom of the steps.
We drove down the familiar long lane leading to a small little white house along the creek. We don't knock at Von's door. We here her holler "come in" before we can raise our hand to knock.
As I stood there in her living room in a short sleeve long black dress, I felt kind of special. Von scurried around me, straight pins held between her lips, talking a mile a minute. She was taking in this seam a bit and pulling it up here. Then she stood back a ways, saying to me. "Now turn in a complete circle real slow, my dear, and let me look. What do you think Kate?"
"Looks good to me so far," she said standing there leaning on the dining room table.
After a few more questions to Kate, and giving Von a big hug and thanks we started to head out the door. "Well, I have about a month right?" Von said following us to the door.
"Yes. I'll tell you that day will be here before we know it!" I said looking up at her. "We're getting there slowly but surely. Thanks, Von. You're a great friend!" With that we waved and hopped in the car and drove back up the lane.
One beautiful evening in July, Peter and Kate sat outside in the swing, writing up their vows. They had decided that it would mean more to them if they would write their own, short and sweet, and from the heart.
August was hot! I was constantly worried about the lawn and the flower beds. I was worried, but Kate was relaxed and always singing as she mowed the yard, or planted one more plant in the flower bed or laid out in the pool to cool off.
"You know you guys, I just don't know what I'm going to do about the yard. It is getting so dry. I'm afraid it will look terrible if I don't water it," I said one night in early August as we sat at the supper table.
"Maybe you could call Earth Care in the morning and see what they suggest," Kate said "But mom, don't freak out so much. It all is looking good I think."
The next morning I made the call. I was told to water it at night and that way the water would go deeper into the soil, so that is what we did. We would get up all hours of the night moving the sprinklers.
To my horror, about three days later, and about two weeks before the wedding, I went out to look at it and I just stood there staring! There were large unsightly yellow patches everywhere!
"Oh you guys," I said coming running into the house, "It's ruined, completely all ruined!" I wailed.
"What on earth are you talking about mom?" Kate said and Mark came to join her.
"The front yard! It's ruined! It looks like the dogs visited here last night. There are yellow spots everywhere! What are we going to do?"
"Well, calm down first," Mark said walking out to examine the situation. After looking at it for a few minutes, he said. "I'd say we have a fungus of some kind."
"So what do you do for that? We don't have that much time!"
"I'd call the nursery again and ask them."
It didn't take long for me to get on the phone! They told me that we did have a fungus and it was caused from watering at night. They gave us something to put on it and the yellow spots slowly got lighter.
The big day was fast approaching. Mother was frantic. Dad was going about his business, and Kate was happy, excited and busy planting and planning. In just a couple weeks, under the big maple, Mark would give his daughter away to a man named Peter.
"I think that I'll spend the afternoon cleaning the house. It is really needing it," I said walking to the front room and putting away my coat, gloves, and scarf. "What are you going to do the rest of the afternoon?"
"I need to grind a couple loads of hog feed. The fats are pretty close to out," Mark answered, washing out the syringe and putting it back into the drawer. "Okay, just make sure you remember to come in if you need to warm up," I said to him as he walked out into the cold.
I loaded up a bucket of disinfectant, furniture polish, a rag and soft scrub, and headed to the basement. I hadn't cleaned down here for at least a month and it sounded like both Kate and Peter would be home in a couple weeks.
I opened the closet door in Kate's room and there on a hanger was pinned a single red rose. I remember when she had brought it home a couple weeks ago. She had told us that she and Peter were engaged! He had took her to the middle of a bridge and asked her to marry him and then pulled this poor single rose out of his coat pocket. Yes, one month after Bret left us for good, Kate was engaged! I just stood there for a little while, dust cloth in my hand, looking at that rose hanging there by its stem on that hanger. Maybe we will find out when and where this big day is to be when they came home.
"I was cleaning in Kate's room and saw that rose Peter gave her," I told Mark at the supper table that evening. "Goodness honey, can you believe Bret is married and Kate engaged? We are going to be alone before you know it!"
"That's life I guess," Mark said taking a bite of his toast.
I hopped up and ran to him, and threw my arms around his neck, "I love you, do you know that?' I whispered into his ear, as tears wet my cheeks.
"Are you crying?" he asked looking up at me.
"Kind of," I said wiping at my cheeks.
"Come here," he said taking me gently onto his lap. "Life is just that way. We wouldn't want the kids to stay here all their lives now would we?"
Sitting there in his lap, his strong farmer arms tight around me, I felt better. "I'll be okay as long as you are beside me," I said looking onto his blue eyes.
He just held me there for a little while as our food got cold. Finally we finished our supper and did up the dishes, turned out the lights and went to bed.
A couple weeks later Mark woke me up by pulling me close and whispering into my ear, "Happy anniversary honey."
"Thank you," I said half asleep.
"I'm getting up but you can sleep for a bit if you want," he said pulling away from me and sitting on the side of the bed.
"What time is it?"
"6:43"
"Be kind of quiet. I'm sure Peter and Kate are still asleep." They had come in last night as they had planned. It would be another good week end with them home.
"Okay, I'll try," he said pulling on his jeans and walking out the door.
It wasn't but a minute and he came back into the bedroom. "Honey, do you know anything about this?" he asked handing me an envelope.
I took it and opened it up. Inside was a Happy Anniversary card, signed Bret and Emma! There was no stamp on the envelope.
"Where did you get this?" I asked looking up at him.
"It was on the table leaning up against the salt and pepper shakers."
"How on earth?" I asked looking at it again, as I followed him out into the kitchen. "Do you think they are here? Kate and Peter would tell us if..."
All of a sudden the basement door flew open and in stepped Bret, Emma, Peter and Kate! "Happy Anniversary!"
"What in the world!" Mark said coming around the corner.
I just stood there dumbfounded! "Well it's your 25th!" Bret said.
"But when did you come and where is your car?" I asked looking out the window.
"Last night and the car is hid behind the bushes out front."
"Yeah we stayed up and let them in the basement window," Kate piped up.
"Well you little boogers! I suppose you had this planned all along."
What a weekend this turned out to be! Saturday night they loaded us up in the backseat of the car and drove us over to Adam's folks house. When we walked in, there were people everywhere with "Happy Anniversary" ringing out into the room. The kids had went together and bought us a microwave! Wow, what a surprise all of this was. How sweet of everyone! We felt so special.
Saturday night just before we went to bed, Peter and Kate broke the news to us. "Will it be okay if we get married in the front yard?" Kate asked looking all excited.
"Well, I suppose," I said looking at Mark. "When is the big day anyway?"
"We are thinking about August 15th. And could you and Emma be one of our maids of honor and groomsman?" Peter asked turning to Bret.
"We'd be honored!" Bret replied.
"We will be telling you about what we want you to wear later. I'm thinking of black long dresses for the ladies and tuxes for the men," Kate piped in.
The weekend was over before we were ready. The new microwave was in place and plugged in and ready to go. Soon after lunch on Sunday, everyone left and the house was terribly quiet. The college kids had studying to do and Bret and Emma had six hours of driving. I needed some time alone.
"Honey," I asked Mark who was leaning back in the recliner half asleep, "I'm going out for a bit okay? I need some time to think!"
"Okay."
I grabbed my coat and gloves and stepped out on the deck. Taking a deep breath of fresh cool air, I started to journey down memory lane as I made my way slowly walking past the farrowing shed. I couldn't believe it had been 25 years for Mark and I! For 25 years we have worked side by side, plowing the wheat fields, harvesting the wheat, planting the beans and milo. For 25 years we have built up this little farm, worked calves, delivered baby pigs and calves, and many many other farming tasks that are much easier and more fun to do together. For 25 years, Mark has held me at night as we slept, held me close when the storms came. Together we brought home a little boy and then a little girl. Together we borrowed money and built a home down here on the creek. Together we tenderly replanted the little maple tree out in the front yard. Now that little twig was a 40 foot tree and in August it will be the center of Peter and Kate's wedding. For 25 years I have been Mrs. Beck.
February turned to March and March to April. New baby calves came to the farm. Fat pigs were hauled off to the market. Yearlings were hauled to the sale barn. The flocks of geese started to fly over, heading north. The big maple was getting tiny red buds. And Kate was getting anxious to go dress shopping.
The last weekend in April, she and I headed down interstate south to start our looking. We were going to spend the afternoon shopping. It would be kind of fun, even though I hate shopping with every fiber of my being! We ate at Olive Garden and Kate ordered her favorite, fettucine alfredo. After paying the bill, we headed off to shop for dresses, shoes, fabric, and whatever else we could find that Kate thought would be nice to have for her big day. There was so much on the list. Kate tried on dress after dress but we weren't 100% satisfied. It was close to 6:00 when we headed back to the car.
"I'll drive home so you can sleep," I told Kate as I got into the driver's side.
After we were out on interstate heading north, Kate leaned back in the seat and was soon asleep. I was buzzing right along at 70 mph, my mind going about that same speed. I pulled out to pass a motor home and all of a sudden it was pulling over to pass the semi in front of it! I swerved toward the median to avoid hitting it and ended up in the median going 70 mph! Bump, bang, "Mom what in the world!" Kate screamed sitting up fast and holding onto the door handle.
I jerked the steering wheel back toward the highway and managed to somehow get back on the road. "That motor home!" I forced out between breaths. "That guy must not have seen me and pushed me off the road! I didn't know what to do but hit the median!" I let out my breath that I was holding.
"Well, thank goodness we are okay! We came pretty close to hitting that overpass mom!"
"I know it. I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do. It happened so fast."
We were more that overjoyed to drive into our driveway a half hour later. Mark had the chores done and supper started for us. We had lots to talk about at that supper table!
The next weekend we tried again. This time the highway took us northwest to a quaint little town not far from a lake. There was only a few businesses along the main street as we made our way down it and into the parking lot of a steel machine shed building. A sign across the top of the door read: "Hatty's Bridal Shop" plain and simple.
As we opened the door and stepped inside, a small petite older woman came up to us and asked if she could help us. All around us were brides dresses, bridesmaids dresses and party gowns. There were shoes of all colors and sizes, jewelry, and things for your hair.
"I am looking for a wedding dress," Kate said, bringing me back to reality.
"I love to dress the bride to be! When are you planning your wedding?" the lady asked.
"In August. Yes it could be warm so I was thinking something sleeveless. And I really want a big Cinderella style tulle skirt!" Kate said.
"Is it to be in a church?"
"No we want to have it in my parent's front yard. We live on a farm so they have a nice big yard."
"How much do you want to spend? Kind of in the ball park anyway?" she asked.
"Man I don't know. I'd like to stay below 300 dollars maybe if that's possible," Kate said looking in my direction.
The lady thought for a minute her hand over her mouth. "Let's see. Yes I think I have just the dress for you. Follow me."
We made our way to the back of the building, reaching out to feel the material of the dresses as we passed.
"I was thinking of this cute little dress," she said holding out a beautiful sleeveless gown with beaded lace on the bodice and a dreamy poofy tulle skirt. "Why don't you go into that dressing room and we will get you into it and show your mother."
I sat there waiting. Then the curtains parted and out walked our daughter. We thought she was beautiful, but when I saw her standing there in that dress of white, a white train pinned into her hair, falling to her waist, she was breathtaking.
"Oh Kate it's beautiful," was all I could get out.
"I love it too mom!"
"And guess what, it is on sale," the lady said.
"Well that's it. If you really like it Kate, we will get it," I said walking over to her and feeling the material.
"I do mom, very much! It is exactly what I had in my mind."
For the rest of the spring and into the summer, there was cattle to get out to pasture, pigs to haul to market, alfalfa to cut and bale, wheat to cut, and beans to plant. There were bridal showers, invitations to order, flowerbeds to plant, black material to buy, weeds to pull, and grass to mow.
Our phone rang one early morning in July. "Hello there," Von said as I answered.
"Hi," I answered, receiver resting on my shoulder as I was stirring the orange juice.
"Listen...I was wondering if you could run up here before you start your day. I want to try on your dress and see how it fits. Bring Kate too. I would like her opinion."
"Ok," I looked at the clock. "How about say 8:30."
"Great."
Von, our neighbor, was an excellent seamstress. She was happy to make my dress and some of the bride attendant's dresses for Kate. She was like a sister to me, and Kate and Bret were like her family. They had spent lots of days at her house as Mark and I worked in the fields.
"Kate," I hollered down the steps. "Could you run up to Von's with me around 8:30? She wants to have me try on my dress and has a couple questions for you."
"Yea that should work," she said coming to the bottom of the steps.
We drove down the familiar long lane leading to a small little white house along the creek. We don't knock at Von's door. We here her holler "come in" before we can raise our hand to knock.
As I stood there in her living room in a short sleeve long black dress, I felt kind of special. Von scurried around me, straight pins held between her lips, talking a mile a minute. She was taking in this seam a bit and pulling it up here. Then she stood back a ways, saying to me. "Now turn in a complete circle real slow, my dear, and let me look. What do you think Kate?"
"Looks good to me so far," she said standing there leaning on the dining room table.
After a few more questions to Kate, and giving Von a big hug and thanks we started to head out the door. "Well, I have about a month right?" Von said following us to the door.
"Yes. I'll tell you that day will be here before we know it!" I said looking up at her. "We're getting there slowly but surely. Thanks, Von. You're a great friend!" With that we waved and hopped in the car and drove back up the lane.
One beautiful evening in July, Peter and Kate sat outside in the swing, writing up their vows. They had decided that it would mean more to them if they would write their own, short and sweet, and from the heart.
August was hot! I was constantly worried about the lawn and the flower beds. I was worried, but Kate was relaxed and always singing as she mowed the yard, or planted one more plant in the flower bed or laid out in the pool to cool off.
"You know you guys, I just don't know what I'm going to do about the yard. It is getting so dry. I'm afraid it will look terrible if I don't water it," I said one night in early August as we sat at the supper table.
"Maybe you could call Earth Care in the morning and see what they suggest," Kate said "But mom, don't freak out so much. It all is looking good I think."
The next morning I made the call. I was told to water it at night and that way the water would go deeper into the soil, so that is what we did. We would get up all hours of the night moving the sprinklers.
To my horror, about three days later, and about two weeks before the wedding, I went out to look at it and I just stood there staring! There were large unsightly yellow patches everywhere!
"Oh you guys," I said coming running into the house, "It's ruined, completely all ruined!" I wailed.
"What on earth are you talking about mom?" Kate said and Mark came to join her.
"The front yard! It's ruined! It looks like the dogs visited here last night. There are yellow spots everywhere! What are we going to do?"
"Well, calm down first," Mark said walking out to examine the situation. After looking at it for a few minutes, he said. "I'd say we have a fungus of some kind."
"So what do you do for that? We don't have that much time!"
"I'd call the nursery again and ask them."
It didn't take long for me to get on the phone! They told me that we did have a fungus and it was caused from watering at night. They gave us something to put on it and the yellow spots slowly got lighter.
The big day was fast approaching. Mother was frantic. Dad was going about his business, and Kate was happy, excited and busy planting and planning. In just a couple weeks, under the big maple, Mark would give his daughter away to a man named Peter.
:) how exciting can't wait for August 15th to come <3
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