Dear Lizzie

Today is your birthday.
And I have to admit that we barely spoke about that tonight on the phone.
I chewed your ear off about all my unimportant problems.
Even though it was your birthday.
And you didn't care.
You just listened.
Because that's the kind of friend you are.

You are someone who is kind.
And smart.
And insightful.
And good at so many things.

Remember when we first met?
I was freaking out and crying.
Typical.
And you hated me.
Also typical.
But then we were cast together in that one show?
And we were forced to be sisters.
And then we actually became sisters.

Remember when you got married?
You let me pick your wedding colors.
Because those were the colors that matched my dress.
I insisted that I would be your maid of honor.
Not because you asked me to.
But because I was not about to let you walk down the aisle without me by your side.
We stood there, next to the waterfall, as you said your vows and chose to spend the rest of your life with the wonderful man who is now your husband.
I cried again.
Of course I cried.
I was so happy for you.

Remember when I called you with a huge crisis?
I needed your help immediately.
I needed your advice.
I needed you to listen to me and tell me what to do.
Except...that seems like it happens all the time.
So, maybe we won't go there.

There are so many facets to you, Lizzie.
So many things that you're good at.
Writing.
Teaching.
Singing.
Acting.
Knitting.
Eating spicy tuna rolls.
All the important stuff in life.

You are so wizened and well-versed.
Yet you love anything that sparkles.
And candy.
And glitter.
And crafts.

We have been through so much together, you and I.
But after all the boys and the drama and the stupid people in the world (not us, of course), you are always there for me. And I for you.
I know I probably don't say it enough, but I would be lost without you.

Sometimes I feel lost.
And misunderstood.
Yet somehow, you always know that right thing to say.
The reasons why I feel the way I do.
Because you've been there.
You've been where others have not.
No one understands me quite like you do.
Everyone needs someone like that in their lives.

Lucky, lucky girl am I.

You never cease to amaze and inspire me.
You will always and forever be my Sistah.

Happy birthday, my dearest friend.
I love you.