It feels like yesterday I was on my way to the hospital to meet you for the first time. It feels like yesterday you would hug me for no reason at all and hang onto my hip, saying "Sissy, I love you."

It feels weird to say this, but I feel like seeing you grow up has been a blessing to me. You've learned from my mistakes and learned from mistakes of your own, and I couldn't be more proud of you or the person you have become. You work hard, have goals and, above all, strive to honor God in all that you do. You are a beautiful person inside and out who at times I am extremely jealous of. You aren't afraid to speak your mind and sometimes that gets you in trouble when you back-talk mom or dad, but I don't think it's a bad thing (the speaking your mind part, not that back-talk–that is bad).

But most importantly, you are yourself. You don't conform to those around you, you are independent, loving and caring. I have high hopes for the things you will accomplish in the future, but even if you don't achieve something great, I will always be proud of you for just being you.

Someone that I can always count on when I am in a time of need, even when half the time you claim I hate you or am mean to you for no reason. It's mainly me being hard on you because I know you are capable of so much more than you think you are.

I have so much faith in you and the things that you will do. I will always be there by your side, cheering you on and cheering with you. I can't believe you will be driving down the road by yourself, going to eat dinner with your friends without having to have mom or me pick you up. No more embarrassing trips of being dropped off or picked up from the movie theater. But I will always be happy to receive a ride from you. I can't say I am not thankful that I won't be dragging you around anymore, but it will be lonely.

Happy birthday to the best little sister that I could have ever been blessed with. I love you so much!