Taken by the Wind

To my lady soulmate, Today you are 27 years young. And if you are 28, let’s not talk about it. Let’s stop keeping count okay? You are more vibrant, sweet and funny than you were yesterday. My beautiful sister, friend and soulmate. You are an essential piece of my heart.  We have grown up together in ways most people don’t get to. In the 7th grade you had the world by the balls. And if you didn’t, you sure had everyone fooled. You were fearless and gorgeous and hysterical. An absolute force. A magnet. You were/are my hero.  I have wrinkles engraved on my face purely from the gut wrenching laughter you’ve gotten out of me. The amount of sore abs I’ve had from you making me laugh heavily outweigh the amount of sore abs I’ve had from working out. You bring me to tears. You are the most hysterical human I know.  I never want to go a month or year without talking with you. I find myself wishing you were my neighbor. Not so I could annoy you every single day but so I could squeeze you, see yo