It's somebody's birthday.
Sep. 14th, 2004 01:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Seventeen years is a terribly long time to know anybody, and spending that seventeen years growing up, and learning, and going through the recklessness and insanity and wildness and heartache and everything that is adolescence with someone is an entirely amazing thing. Outside of my immediate family, you've been that one constant in my life -- you've been family, a sister for me when I haven't known mine, you've been a surrogate sibling for me once my brother left home. You are as family as a person can be without sharing blood. You're a vital, beautiful part of my life, and I can't thank you enough for having stuck by me for such a long time. Words are simply not adequate. I love you muchly.
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*points up at picture* He posed so nicely for me. He's trussed up in my basement right now, and I'll keep him safe there till you come home for a weekend. I'm working on Billy -- those Scottish pixie types are dratted hard to catch. ;)
Remember; you may reach 30 a year and a half before I will, but you'll undoubtedly always look younger.