Little sweetheart, one of our dearest friends in the village over the years was Johnnie. We'd rented his guesthouse one Christmas and we always liked hanging out with him at Eileen's pub. I was so keen for you to meet him!
We stopped by his house in the afternoon for a visit and then all five of us walked down to Eileen's together and settled into the corner table by the big bay window.
Here's a shot I took of you looking so happy and beautiful, in one of the sweaters you'd brought along and your high black walking boots propped up on a stool.
Love you forever.
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