happy birthday m-cat

Mariah has been one of my best friends for as long as I can remember. I have a photo of us when we were about 4, playing together in the pink room at Grandma and Grandpa's house, looking like rag a muffins, with eyelash curlers and messy ponytails. Not much has changed, although I think we've mastered the ponytail since then. Most of my memories of Mariah are of us laughing together. Mariah is so witty and hilarious. I like who I am when I am around Mariah, and and I like that we appreciate the same types of things, and can talk freely about what is important and meaningful to us. I admire her sense of style. I love when she plays the piano. I love looking at her art. I love talking to Mariah because she totally gets me. I love that we've been able to stay close even though we only see each other a few times a year. We just pick up right where we've left off. Happy birthday to my wonderful cousin. (P.S. technically her birthday is tomorrow, but I just couldn't wait.)