This is my baby cousin, the only boy to ever send me flowers. He’s that unique hybrid of man that’s equal parts fighter and lover. He’s the guy that other men admire and women want to sleep with…

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He’d kill me for writing this but for all of his masculinity, he’s equally sensitive, caring & pampered (something he gives back 100 times, making him that much more of a man).

He lives in Denver and has been my strength these last few days, reassuring me that although he was the 1st to send me flowers, he wouldn’t be the last. As if that weren’t sweet enough, when I asked him where a girl like me sits on the totem pole of women, he told me I was sitting cross-legged on a mountain peeking down at the totem pole. Most likely with a book, a lip-gloss and utterly clueless re my effect on boys.

Naturally, and because I’m his cousin, he’s biased and doesn’t really have a choice but to think so highly of me. Today, I choose to believe him because today is one of those days when I have to.

The woman he chooses to marry will be among the lucky & I can’t wait to meet her.

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