Happy birthday, Amy! 

I know, I know. “It’s just another regular day,” right? Wrong. I really hope you enjoyed today, regardless if it wasn’t anything spectacular. 

You’re the closest person to me, case closed. You’ve been there for me through thick and thin, for who knows how long. I’ve known you since we were tad-bitty-toddlers (just kidding, sorta). You’ve seen me at my worst, along with my best. I love you, and you’re more than just a best friend, or a sister, to me. You’re so much more than that; there’s no word to label, or define, our relationship with.

Honestly, I could write a whole series of books about you. But I’ll be honest; I’m way too lazy for that, and I guarantee you’d tr0ll-da-fux out of me for the rest of my life. So because I’m super exhausted from today, I’ll continue writing about you another time. Just know… At the end of the day, you’re one of the most important people to me; you’re thicker than blood.