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Ive been with my fiance for 4 years on June 27th. Ive had big plans for his gift this year and I feel on top of the world. Since year 1 of our relationship we have talked all giddy about childhood dreams. My fiance told me about his first childhood let down... my fiance is r&g color blind. He had a dream as a kid about being a pilot and a family member told him he couldn't and he just took their word for it. Turns out he can after much of my own research he could. He has spent hours on flight simulator and has recently been talking about it with his brother. So I started the research. Theres a flight school an hour from our house. Lessons run cheap so as an anniversary gift I scheduled him a discovery flight. Given the flight doesn't have tickets I edited a faux souvenir ticket to have the date of and flight info plus a little anniversary momento. I give it to him Friday because im way too excited! As an added bonus day of the discovery flight i will offer to pay half on each individual class if he wants to continue. He has been the best part of my life. He's fought back the very people who abused me. He has been through it with me and he deserves the gift im so excited for him.

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