Liebe Pusteblume,
Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!
I found the most hilarious birthday song in German. We should've sung this to Mr. Carney!
Wie schön, dass du geboren bist,
Wir hätten dich sonst sehr vermisst,
Wie schön, dass wir beisammen sind,
Wir gratulieren dir, Geburtstagskind.
I'm real rusty now, but I think you'd be able to understand it.
It's a bit weird not seeing you for more than a year, but talking to you still feels the same, which is the greatest comfort. I wish I could go over there and give you a big hug, but for now, that's a bit hard.
I miss you making fun of my dick-face shirts. I don't wear them anymore, but I would buy more just so you can make fun of them.
Tank topping around. Bussing to places. Drinking coffee. I don't really remember what we were doing, just that it was after school one day. But that's okay because at least I remember that I was with you and Serena, and that you guys make me happy. Still do, even though we're all separated.
Sometimes I forget how light you are. The next time I see you, I might send you flying away with a super flying tackle hug.
Remember you said how family is important? Well, you guys are my family, and you'll forever be part of the extreme crew. Jason and I are kinda dysfunctional and sucky parents, but you'll be there to put us right, and I'll be there to be your rock. Don't know about Jason. He's just a cranky butt.
I wish you an amazing year, and I hope you finish off your first year of college enjoying yourself as much as possible. I give the same advice every year, but it's genuine: Stop worrying so much. Things will work out even if you don't stress your butt out about them. Plus, you have many people to talk to for help or just to let loose. Happy 19th, my dear friend.
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