Gotta give the biggest happy birthday to my big sister that I've been taller then for about 10 years now. The one I can go to with anything even though I know mommy will know it all within 10.5 seconds. The one I can text with spooky shit and not be called insane. The one who's been there for me since day 1 even if I was elbow dropping her futon from the top of the dresser, hitting her with hockey sticks or throwing hot stolen pizza at her. You've always been there for me and even though half the time I know you just want the dirt, you're always there to talk to no matter what. You may be the older sibling and you may have watched ME grow up, but I've also watched you grow up from a hotshot basketball prospect that had me cursing people out in the bubble at the little park, to an amazing coach, mother, and wife and I'm proud of the person you are. We've been through all the fucked up shit together and we've come out the other side with a bottle of fireball in hand.
I know I moved out of the house, but I will always be you're little baby bubba. See you tonight for some Mexican chow down. I love you happy birthday.
"Life only comes around once, so do whatever makes you happy, and be with whoever makes you smile."
I should've lived the prime of my life in the eighties. All the colors...all the crazy...all the unique accepted and embraced. Much like my sisters neon hoop earring embraced my side ponytail. Luckily our motley crew consisted of my mother who took the time to carefully disconnect us....while everyone else just sang bon jovi at us & enjoyed our struggle. #goodtimes#eightiesparty