Lilliana: Senior

It seems strange to think of her as a senior. I mean, obviously the day would come where she would graduate high school and wander out to college and life beyond, but I can't believe that day is nearly here. I can still remember her in her silly poofy hats, strands of beads, playing dress up and making mud pies. Crying on her mother's wedding day (as another cousin stealthily told her that her mom would die after she got married. Nice thing to tell a five-year-old, PR), screaming as we scared her in creepy masks outside her bedroom window (still sorry about that misguided decision), laughing as only a person can laugh when they are completely content just being in the moment.
She's always had that.

And now here she is, all growed up. She still cries alot-like at Hallmark commercials and the movies like The Time Traveler's Wife where sobbing would be a more appropriate description, but she still goofs off and laughs like it's the only thing on her mind.

Dear cousin: Thank you for some fantastically memorable times. I wish you nothing but the best in your Waldorf adventures and can't wait to come visit you there (perhaps even catch a game or three). You are the best at being just who you are, I hope you never forget that.

Love much, me.

Okay, I'm not sure what it is, but I just love this one.