Happiest Birthday to You

Even though this piece of writing is sincerely dedicated for you, I must go ahead and give myself credit for having thought of some of the most surprising birthday presents throughout your whole life. This year, however, I seem to have put off this obligation for so long that tomorrow is already your birthday and I haven't really come up with anything. So here I go, writing down some cheesy reasons on why I love you and how I'm so thankful to have you just in case you forget how precious you are to me-which I sometimes do.

Quite often in my life have I wondered if I would ever meet my true soulmate-the one who accepts me for who I am and for that who I am not. Will this soulmate, which I believe comes in a form of the future husband of mine, be able to make peace with my weird way of thinking, speaking, loving, behaving and basically living my life? Will he be okay with me blowing my nose at anytime I feel cold? Will he mind if I mind shaving that I become a very hairy creature? Will he put up with me when I lose my temper over a messy room? And this... And that..

I sure hope he will and I know he will.

But until the day he comes around and hopefully the end of time, I know for sure you will be one of very few people willing to forgive me for becoming the grumpy me. I know you will listen to what I have to say or sing or joke about. I know I make you upset every once in awhile but you will eventually shake it off and be a good friend to me again like you always have been.

And I could go on and on proving how sincere of a person you are and for that I am forever grateful.

This year, you have accomplished things I always know you are capable of. I hope you will always be able to remember how gifted and beautiful you are and please believe that you really can do anything you set your mind to. If one day you feel down or lose the faith, I pledge to always stand by your side and help get you back on track.

Happiest birthday, Sister. You are and will always be loved.

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