So there's this girl. She has the travel bug bad and won't stay in the state for more than a week if she can help it. She makes ridiculous faces and says ridiculous things and is the best at making people laugh (even if it's because she's such a dork).
There's this girl. She succeeds at whatever she puts her mind and hand to. She becomes a favorite wherever she goes. She makes people feel happy and special and important and at ease and loved.
She's got this creepy good insight into people and gives no fail advice. She will listen to you pour your heart out and then point out Jesus in the midst of it all. She is fiercely loyal to her siblings, and finds joy in getting to know anyone and everyone. She's down to earth practical and hilariously blonde at heart.
She may be a little vain of her nose...and eyes...and feet...but if we're being honest, she has reason to be vain about anything, because she's like...perfect and stuff. (Hahaha jk guys she's not perfect but sometimes boys tell her...or me...that she is and I laugh a little laugh and say just wait till you see her white girl dancing.) (This is funny because we all know that my white girl dancing is infinitely worse than anyone else's ever, so let's be real, she still wins.)
She's honest and real and not fussy. She has a big heart and is willing to talk about anything. She's deep and kind and goes out of her way to be nice to people (like...people do that??). She always, always has your back--or at least, she's always had mine.
She's Cassie. My sister, hero, and best friend.
It's the most special thing growing up beside you, Cassie dear. I couldn't imagine life without you (cuz, c'mon, I probs wouldn't have much of one). And you know how when I was little I always wanted to be just like you? Well, sometimes I think I still haven't grown out of that. You mean more to me than anything. You're a beautiful soul and I love you more than life.
Happy 20th birthday, favorite old person! You'll always be my best friend.