Happy birthday Rachel! You're a dream and a half and your birthday should be a national holiday. When I first met you, we were both extremely awkward high schoolers on a bus to JFK. We bonded over our now mutually defunct interest in Doctor Who, and went on to have marvelous, if strange, experiences in Italy. The next summer, we agreed to go on as many adventures as we could. We didn't get to everything on our list, but we had a fabulous time. And maybe it's good that we didn't finish, since now we can continue working down our list, and adding to it, until our bones shatter of old age. But who am I kidding? Even in our older years, I have a feeling we'll be off adventuring. Or maybe just going to the Kent on cheap Wednesdays. Hopefully we'll be doing a good mix of both (although we may have to find a new theater. The Kent's days are numbered.) Since that first summer, we've gone on too many adventures to count. So here's to you, RPP! To celebrate your entrance into the realm of legal drinking, here are some of my favorite photos (the ones I could find - what did you do with the picture of the horseshoe crab we decorated in Rockaway in 2012?) of us over the years. Love you Paps!

Those BRACELETS. Never forget.