I. Love. You. You have practically raised me. And you couldn't have done a better job. We may be 11 years apart, but we're still best friends. I guess that just comes with sharing a room for 18 years. You are the most amazing mentor, listener, goofy, piece of my heart. I would not trade you for the world.
I may not always understand you or what you're going through. But as I get older, I begin to see how strong you have been and still are in handling all of it. And I am so proud of you for that. You have taught me a good percent of the most valuable lessons in my life. We not only share interests, and family, but we share a heart. A heart for Jesus, and for his people, and for each other.
Thank you for always being able to make me smile. For always willing to give a hug. For always listening to my stories no matter how childish or mundane they sound. For knowing when I need my big sister and when it's okay for me to be the little sister. When I need a mom stand-in and when we can be peers.
I praise the Lord for you daily. I love you over and under. Here's to you: for always inspiring me to "make it work." :)
Stay Gold,
your Ponyboy
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