It’s that time of year again. When legs are bared, bikinis are dreaded, BBQs are burning and the sun is shining. It’s also that time of year when you wish the one who gave birth to you a very Happy Birthday. Because let’s face it, without her, I wouldn’t be here. Which means I wouldn’t be writing this, which means, this blog wouldn’t be here. But enough about that. I was going through what pictures I could post here that you wouldn’t kill me for posting for the world to see. But then, I remembered, that I am your first born, your favorite, the one you will always love no matter what I do to try and embarrass you (Lowe’s on Sunday. I mean, how many daughters would stand there and randomly start talking about surgical butt tucks in front of the little Lowe’s cashier? Not many, and that is why I am your favorite!)
So armed with this information, I give you memories of your favorite child. I mean, I don’t see any of your other kids dedicating a blog post just to you and your birthday. Honestly, if they did, prove it. That just means they don’t care about you like I do! And honestly, from looking at these pictures, and how adorable I was/am, how could I NOT be your favorite. It’s ok, you don’t have to tell me, I know!
Here’s looking at you, Kid!
We’ve been there together from the beginning. Well not from your beginning. I mean, I’m not THAT old.
We’ve weathered the storms. It’s been a great ride!
Even when you wanted to choke me. And I’m sure that you NEVER had those moments. I mean see above… I am your favorite!
You’re still one of my best friends. You’re always there for me. To support me when you know you shouldn’t. To cheer me up when you know I need it. To listen when I ramble. To advise me when I ask for it (and sometimes when I don’t!). Thank you for being born. And for always being there for me.
Happy Birthday! I Love You!
