Today is my sister Kayla’s seventeenth birthday.
I’m afraid it’s my own fault for still seeing her as a my little, little sister. Seriously, she’s no longer a head shorter than me–she’s been an inch taller for a year at least. Come on, Jamie.
Kayla is very special to me. We still bicker and we can get on each other’s nerves because we’re so different. But at the same time, we’ve been bonded together through troubles and the same nightmares, learning to put aside our difference to lean on each other. While we still are learning how to be better sisters to each other, we are at least best friends. And not all siblings can say that.
Here’s to Kayla:
She is the Ethel to my Lucy, going along with my silly schemes and sticking up for me when most needed:
She is the Maria Hill to my Nick Fury– if I pretend to be Nick Fury, she’s more likely to just carry out my requests… and she knows it:
She is the Dwight Shrute to my Michael Scott, happy to be my best friend and both tell me when I’m being stupid and then join me when I’m being stupid:
She is the Myka Bering to my Pete Lattimer, the one who balances everything with some logical thinking:
She is the Mitchel to my Cam:
No, seriously Mitchel and Cameron are simply the exaggerated and male versions of the two of us–and yes, I’m comparing us to the gay couple from Modern Family. The best characters of the entire show? Yeah, those guys are us. Minus the gay. But now I’m just rambling.
This was all for you, Kayla. Happy, happy birthday. Thanks for being everything mentioned above and more. 🙂 I love you.