January is a month of birthdays around my house.
One of my little cousins’ is on the first, my best friends is on the third, my sisters is on the eleventh, and mine is on the twenty forth. Pretty soon we’ll be adding to that list, too, when my cousins third baby gets here (this week!!!)
But today it’s my sisters birthday. Her eighteenth birthday. Which is just absolutely insane to me.
Happy happy birthday, kiddo (even though you’re not a kiddo…like, at all).
Like I said before, I can’t believe that you’re 18. When did you grow up?
You’re my best friend, the one I can count on the most in life. And I’m so thankful for that. I know that so many people go through life without their sister as their best friend, and I don’t know how they do it. Honestly, without you I’d be so lost.
You’re the only person in the world I can be so furious at one moment, and then at the next be laughing hysterically with. You’re the one who pushes me to work my hardest and to try new things, while also keeping my head out of the clouds.
Thank you for listening to me rant endlessly about things that frustrate me and for listening to me fawn over One Direction for far too long.
You’re my favorite person in the world, and I’m so glad that you’re my sister.
Eighteen is a big change: there’s graduation, and new jobs, and the ability to get tattoos if you want. I hope that you’ll learn from my mistakes and embrace your own. I hope that you’ll take every opportunity by the head and embrace them. I hope that you’ll find happiness and that you’ll find courage to do whatever it is that you want to do with your life.
I’m sure you’re going to rock whatever it is you do next. (I just hope that you take me with you).
I love you, Merci.
Thank you for your support and your love and your humor.
I hope your birthday is magical.