Our Favorite boyfriend

Stephen W, this is for you, my love. All for you. The Terrace has been quite smitten with you since we first met you doned in blazer and sideburns. Now, more than a year later, your relationship is so cherished by all of the Terrace ladies. You make us giggle throughout the days with your uncanny text messages. You cuddle with whoever happens to be on smelly couch when you come over. You bring us cookie dough in the middle of the night. You hold our hands and rub our heads if we are in extra need of attention (which is rare). We do adore the random notes under the pillow and we have even allowed the cardinal Terrace rule, no boy spend the nighters, to be broken just for you. (As we find out I think this rule has been scretly broken before). We dont get jealous when you are fratrenizing with one Terrace member and not the others because we are all one bg dating machine. We love to see you and your great white hype pull right up into the front yard when you come to visit. We love the way you look us in the eye and tell us just what we need to hear sometimes. And then sometimes when you are brutal honest - we appreciate it. Only you can be that honest with us. Today, as we are going public with our affection we are going to the Walmart to make you a key. Yes, it is true. The backdoor code is still just for you but we want you to have a front door key too. Smelly couch is all yours anytime you want it. This is our DTR, publicly. No love is greater than this. Can we please go get our names airbrushed on a car tag just to make it official. You are our #1 beau.

With Love,
The Terrace Girls