Goodbye

We've had some good times. We've had some bad. I've known you since you were 1. Today you turn 30, and I'm sad to say this will be the end. I will no longer be able to enjoy your warmth. You have been unpredictable at times, but the surprises were always pleasant.

You have been full of pride, and raised my awareness of accordions, potty training, and brain injuries.

I'll always remember that day when you were 15. It was the best I've ever had in bed! Maybe the next time you come around, we can do it again...

I really hate to move on so quickly. Your replacement is hotter than you, it's true. But I'm sure after the initial fireworks are over, I will find myself sitting inside, wishing you were back.

You are gone, but not forgotten, June.