Happy Happy Happy Birthday Lovely!
I don't know what it is about me and stripes on the days that I am most likely to be photographed, I don't understand how you always look like you've walked out from the pages of a magazine, and I will almost certainly never figure out how the hell we survived the class we met in. I promsie if you ever catch me reading bible verses to a class of middle schoolers or putting sharpie on as eyeliner you have every right to call me whatever it takes to snap me out of it. And should I ever see you telling someone they aren't allowed to write in crayon or wear their favorite color "because it adds 15 pounds" I'll take you dancing and offer you a pen cause clearly something's bothering you. But until then, thanks for the memories so far and I hope the next year of your adventure brings you so much more wonder, inspiration, and just enough confusion to push you into a better version of yourself. Just like she used to.
See you soon. I promise.
-Sincerely,
BlueJay
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