Warmth, cute smiles, and happy little moments.

I see this when I are you. I see God's child, my sister, and someone I most proud off.

You have given me happy moments, you let me laugh at my weird jokes, yours included, I do think your are worst, but I love them nevertheless.

How you a picky eater, and how you look cute on Monday, a university student on Tuesday, but a whole boss on Wednesday, it's the surprises we get with the things we wear, and you lack of enthusiasm of taking pictures on a daily basis.

You save those for the 21st of October, an important day indeed. The day your mom decided she needed a duplicate of her and your dad, a great choice indeed.

I appreciate you.

Your authenticity, your genuine love, your generosity, your care, and respect and the little angry tantrums you threw when work gets confusing and annoying, I enjoy that too.

And though speaking at your wedding was going to be fun for me, I'm enjoying this moment too, in Sandra's house, listening to my favorite band, writing cute little things about you.

Things that you don't seem to notice, but things that exist. I pray for nothing but happiness for you, and my God, the God of light and mercy to cover you and your future generations.

This author who smiles a little too much, and who loves children, and eats oats with berries loves you to oblivion.

-Black_Phoenix
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