There are moments in life that are just plain perfect. For me, one of those "moments" came shortly after I met Debbie. We moved into a little house on Pasadena together with our friend Tanya. Every night we would all cook a dinner that Debbie had planned and there were always guests. A dinner party every day of the week, with everyone cooking and cleaning up and bringing food and chatting and telling stories and laughing. That was 22 years ago. We're not as young as we used to be, but Debbie can still cook and she can still tell a story.
Happy birthday, Debbie Denison. I love you. Melissa
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