Today, four years ago, Allie and I were flying down to Houston, changing planes to go on to Leon, being picked up in Leon and driven to San Miguel.
The next few days were some of the most intense of my life, up to that point. Other than bringing Allie in to the world, leaving her in a foreign country was the hardest thing I had done with her. Sometimes I still can't believe that we actually let her do this. But as she reminds me,
"I had a great time and I didn't get hurt."
Feliz aniversario, Allie, and may you always have a great time and not get hurt.
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