I just realized I never posted yesterday. And yesterday was Monday.
But I guess I’ll cry later because for now I’ve got other things to accomplish.
Such as writing a sappy birthday note to a certain someone.
That’s right. I come here to write some sappy stuff.
It’s a delight how maple trees spit out a sticky substance and then crazy Canadians catch it and make it into sweet syrup.
Or how you can be chasing a bear through the forest and then all the sudden you stumble and collide smack dab with a tree, but instead of bouncing back you find that you’re now attached because that stuff they call sap has found you…
Well, okay, so maybe that’s not the kind of sappiness you were thinking of. But I tell you, Cora, if I am ever to be chasing a bear through the forest I hope you’re there too, because if I have to die like that I’d like to die with you. Because I’m sure you’d make it entertaining and exciting and probably a lot more dramatic too. And you’d make me a little less fearful and maybe we’d even be laughing. Okay so probably we’d be screaming, but it would have a certain depth of humor to it, don’t you think?
Happy birthday, little sister. You may be younger, but you don’t look it, and you’re surely not smaller. But you used to be. Like in those head-first-into-the-garbage-can days when we were two little rebels who refused to sleep when we went to bed so we did acrobatics instead. More like we attempted to do so.
Back then you always wanted to match me. Now you just steal all my clothes – or you would if I let you, but I’m mean and cruel and don’t most of the time. But you know, the thing is, you’re not mean and cruel like I am. And you let me wear your $90 (ahem, $100) shoes – even when it’s raining. So yeah, I’ll never be as nice as that-one-person-you-always-tell-me-would (multiplication 101, except I just accept it – heehee!). And I’ll never be as sweet or funny, but I love you.
I know you know that because I love you enough to wake you up too early in the morning on your birthday to tell you happy birthday even when I know you won’t be able to fall back asleep. If that’s not true love I don’t know what is. But hey, tradition cannot be broken and we know this and we can’t let it happen.
Happy birthday to you sister!!! Happy sweet sixteen! I hope you have a beautiful day even though it’s a strange year because we’re all sick and tired and unable to move.
I think you’re like the most beautiful human being. And I love it when you dance even if you’re “not a pro” and even if it disturbs me because you shouldn’t bend like that. I know you can be sassy, but I have seen the sweet and I think that’s what’s so cool about you is that you’re this delightful mixture of sweet and salty, sort of like a perfect chocolate covered potato chip, ya know.
That’s right. I just called you a potato.
But you are one heck of a great one, you know. So thanks for making me laugh and for making my life completely not boring and for all the moments when you’ve put up with my pigheadedness.
A lot of the time when someone has such an extremely gorgeous face it turns out they’re anything but sweet and humble on the inside. You’ve defied the odds.
I love how you’re never jealous of those who get better parts than you in shows, but rather you stand up for them and encourage them with your whole heart and then put your all into your part. You’re so completely genuine too. You don’t join the gossip, you keep your mouth closed or put an end to it altogether. I love that you’re strong enough to do so. You don’t cave, you remain steadfast.
Blessed are those who are pure in heart, for they shall see God. (Matthew 5:8) You’re gonna see God, sister.
You’re my favorite. And I love you, I love you double.
Happiest of Sweet Sixteens to you!!
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