#ripheather

Oh, my siiisteeer. I can’t sleep tonight because my body had 24 years of staying up late and waking up early to spend as much of your birthday with you as I could. It’s a hard habit to break. At 32, we should still be treating you to the famous lunches and dinners at your favorite go-to places where people recognized us and knew what we wanted before we were even fully in the door, late nights of video games and movies, watching you dance and laugh your way around...

I miss trying to find the perfect gift for you. I miss texting and calling you everyday, but especially today to tell you happy birthday. I miss playing Black Ops 2 Zombies whenever you wanted (which was pretty frequently). I miss how you couldn’t cut a cake neatly and evenly to save your life.

I really just miss you. Everyday. Today is worse, though. I spent most of this evening and up till now, imagining how we might have had a sleep over tonight or maybe I would have gotten up early to head over to where ever you were, with My hubby in tow, and how we would spend your entire birthday with you. I imagine what we would do, the shopping we would have, the things we would find and buy.

Oh, today hurts. So, so, so much.

I miss and love you, sissy, Heather...so much, everyday.

I missed out on Purple Week, due to having the flu. And I couldn’t even give you my germs/get you sick as well like I used to...that sucked too. 😥 Oh, how mad you would get when you caught my illnesses. How some of the times it happened would be your fault because you couldn’t stay away from me when I was sick. You worried too much. Thank you for loving me and being my sister. I couldn’t have imagined a better sister in my life. 💜😥