It's your birthday! You're 22! I can't believe it! Well, I can, but it's still cool!
I hereby designate today "International Kwiddens Day". Everyone can celebrate your existence!
Kwiddens, you are very special to me (not the "stop eating paste" special) and I am lucky to have you in my life.
Remember that time when you threw a dead spider at me, but I didn't know it was dead and I freaked out and punched you and we both got in trouble?
Remember when we drove to school and there was a really old, leathery looking woman in a parka, and we couldn't stop laughing all the way to school because we thought she was an Eskimo?
Remember when the missionaries came over for dinner and you burst out laughing in the middle of dinner and it made me start laughing and we couldn't stop so we got sent to our room?
Remember when we used to run around the backyard with a jump rope, pretending you were a horse and I was a cowgirl, because a jump rope was all we had?
Remember when we used to ride our bikes to Falls Park every day and have a picnic for lunch and climb around on the rocks and pretend we were mountain goats?
I have so many awesome memories with you, and we keep making more.
You are beautiful, inside and out. You are smart, kind, witty, generous, and a wonderful mother with a beautiful baby (and how could she not be beautiful, since she's made of you?).
You understand what's going on in my head and I'm never embarrassed to tell you whatever is on my mind. You're full of good advice and free with your hugs, and you're one of my closest confidantes.
You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be treated like a queen. You deserve ice cream, because I said so.
I'll see you tomorrow when the whole family meets for your birthday dinner. We'll eat rolls and honey butter and the calories won't matter because we're celebrating your life (plus I'll go to the gym for a few hours to work it off...).
Keep getting older. It's kinda fun. Plus we all like having you around.
Love you Kwiddens!
-Your Sister, Nanners