So, as you get older your life priorities shift, don’t they?
You choose to spend time and share your life with the people who… add something to your life.
The people who, no matter what time it is, no matter where you are – well, they’re there.
Enter, my friend Een. (aka Iris Took)
My sweet friend who started out as merely a friend’s cousin that I’d see every now and then has morphed into what feels less like a cousin and more like a sister. We’re family now. She’s “Aunt Een” to my kids.
AHhhhhhh… I love you. (My entire family does.)
Man. You.just.get.it. And, you get me.
I could go on and on about all of the ways you’re great, but here’s a somewhat abridged synopsis of my feelings:
You demonstrate empathy on a regular basis.
You strive to understand how others feel. When I cry, you cry.
You also have zero tolerance for idiots. Because, well…
You are the single-most funny woman I know. I mean, hands down.
Your hair should have its own facebook page.
You have a Chewbaca phone cover. It has fur. Amazing.
You don’t judge my love for Subway cold cut combos.
You love my girls.
You are sweet and honest and ethical and so, so great.
I am “me” when I’m with you.
And you are an incredible Mom.
I could go on and on.
When my Mom died, you didn’t know how to help me, so you texted me the most entertaining (and unfortunate) photos of your tween and teen years so that I could laugh. It was amazing.
(I still look at these pictures.)
Again, you just get it.
I love you, Een. I really do. I am so happy that you were born!
I have all the love for you. Happy Birthday!