She used to be the most rambunctious kid on the block. Mischief and dirt used to adorn her little face. The protector who would always come to the rescue. Someone I could always rely on. The only constant. Like the most of us, I used to take her for granted as the petulant child.
She’s grown into a wife, a mother of two. I wouldn’t say she’s grown to be kind because she’s always been generous. Full of love and patience.
Happy birthday to the person I appreciate the most.