Every storm ends with a rainbow

Hilarie Ross Burton July 1st, 1982 Product of Sterling, VA Proud Mama to Augustus Dean and George Virginia Head over heels with my baseball bat wielding badass, Jeffrey Farmer's wife and resident keeper of the furkids Actress best known for portraying the bombshell Peyton Sawyer on a little show called One Tree Hill [not the real Hilarie Burton]

[donkeymamamorgan]

shanvan: @thefarmerswife My pleasure!

thefarmerswife: @shanvan That's the plan ;)

[donkeymamamorgan]

shanvan: @thefarmerswife I am available tonight if you need a new bed buddy.

thefarmerswife: @shanvan SOLD. Get over here, sexy thing.

[lexi-anastasia-astra-luna]

Look how little George is! :)

[donkeymamamorgan]

thefarmerswife: ... well. Someone is sleeping on the couch when he gets home. #wtfisthisshit? #JEEFREYDEANWHATAREYOUDOING

[lexi-anastasia-astra-luna]

Hilaries Twitter birthday message to JDM! :)

[donkeymamamorgan]

shanvan: @thefarmerswife ...Jeff has a sidepiece? Excuse me?

thefarmerswife: @shanvan Yeah. Normy. His name in my phone is 'Jeff's Mistress.'

[donkeymamamorgan]

shanvan: @thefarmerswife Just saying if you need to put the smack down on someone, I've got your back.

thefarmerswife: @shanvan Jeff's sidepiece's boyfriend has GOT TO GO.

[donkeymamamorgan]

shanvan: @thefarmerswife Everything okay, girlfriend?

thefarmerswife: @shanvan Yeah! I was watching Hubby's show tonight and it threw me for a second, ahaha.

[donkeymamamorgan]

thefarmerswife: WHAT THE FLUFF???

[donkeymamamorgan]

text: mister <3

Mister: They're the best damn kind of people. Aside from having the best kids, we've got the best fans and I don't take that for granted.

Mister: There were never come a day when I'm not grateful as hell that you chose to do that. You are my everything, Hilarie Ross.

Hil: Good souls tend to gravitate to each other... so, naturally, you're attracting some of the best. They see the kind of man you are and it inspires them. Something I can attest to. That heart of yours is something else, Mister.

Hil: It wasn't a choice, baby. It was... fate. Instinct. You're every dream I ever had brought to life, so... having little dreams that are part you? No brainer. And it's a fairytale, you know?

[donkeymamamorgan]

text: mister <3

Mister: The generosity is incredible, isn't it? That's the kind of thing that keeps my faith in humanity.

Mister: Just saying my peace. More than worth it.

Hil: Some fans set up drives for your birthday. There are lots of notes like 'Happy Birthday, Papa Winchester' and things. These kids are going to have some amazing places to be safe thanks to these people... ugh. It kills me.

Hil: Your peace is perfect and reminds me why I am so lucky I get to share her and that brother of hers with you, Jeffrey Dean.

[donkeymamamorgan]

text: mister <3

Mister: I'm glad that we do.

Mister: Sure do.

Mister: No. I waited too long for her, I'm not giving her away. Good luck winning this fight, baby.

Hil: So am I.

Hil: Hopefully I will have the inventory updated by then. We got so many donations in, baby! It's MIND BLOWING. I'm so excited.

Hil: ... well, how dare you? Had to go and make my heart explode, right? She was worth the wait, though...

[donkeymamamorgan]

text: mister <3

Mister: Now you're thinking what I'm thinking.

Mister: Let's revisit this in 30 years.

Hil: We link up like that sometimes.

Hil: We have Astor House on... Thursday? Right?

Hil: If by 30 years, you mean next month when Shanie moves in and brings him over to meet his future father in law, sure thing, sweetheart.

[donkeymamamorgan]

text: mister <3

Mister: Maybe one day we'll get creative enough to let you figure it out before it drives you mad.

Mister: Because I'm hopeful that one day the definition might change. UGH.

Hil: I mean... Gus goes back to school this week... and Gigi takes naps... so...

Hil: We both know it won't. You're really cute when you're hopeful, though.

Hil: IT'S FOOLPROOF. Seriously. Because Shantel and I will BOTH kill him if he hurts her.

[donkeymamamorgan]

text: mister <3

Mister: I'm good about being real inconvenient.

Mister: No. I don't like that answer. 'We'll see' always means Mama is about to get her way and I'm not okay with that.

Hil: You'd think I'd know that by now, but here I am, sighing at the realization that this is gonna be bugging me for the next however long.

Hil: See, now, if you know what that means, why do you always act so surprised? COME ON, BABE! At least this way we know she's marrying someone who might be worthy of her. Think about it. He's gonna grow up five minutes away. Probably be here all the time. He's basically our son in law already. So. I repeat. We'll see...

[donkeymamamorgan]

text: mister <3

Mister: Yes, it does. Like a lot of fun.

Mister: No. She's not. If she can't date, she also can't marry.

Hil: Leave it to you to tell me this when we've got a newborn keeping me from testing that.

Hil: We'll see.

[donkeymamamorgan]

text: mister <3

Mister: I even like this idea. Especially the part about getting tied up.

Mister: Uh, no. He's not. No one is. She's not dating, ever.

Hil: Oh? That sounds fun? I'm keeping THAT one in mind.

Hil: I didn't say date, Jeffrey Dean. I said she's marrying him. When she's like 30.