From Bec Grant
Dearest Freddy,
Happy Birthday! You are now part of the Fabulous Forty Club! There are only 2 members, so far. That’s me, and now you. But we’re growing.
We’ve been tasked with sharing some Fred stuff and I like it. Also, Kirsten’s been pretty cute about asking, so you should hug that lady later.
When I think about fun times we’ve had, I initially go back to our California Thanksgiving, six or so years ago, when we stopped by your house. We haven’t talked much in years, but seeing you and laughing with you, it felt like we talk all the time. It was awesome.
Then I think about why that is. It’s because we have similar twisted minds. I knew it way way back in the day when we made so much of Booges. C’mon, saying beige with a V is not hard. She was dumb. And scared of me.
I also love the time I got to spend with you when I moved back to mom and dad’s before you left for your mission and we’d stay up late and watch bad tv. Remember the stupid commercial with the cowboy wearing a duster - insurance or something? It was local, I think. I just spent 10 minutes on YouTube trying to find it but it was so stupid, no one wanted to document it happened. We hated it together though, and that was so fun. Mutual disdain.
I could list hundreds of cool things about you. These are some of the things I love most. I love your sense of humor, your wit, and your smart-ass attitude. You’re one of a kind, Fred. I love your face.
Happiest of days!
Xoxo
Bec
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