I remember meeting you for the first time in Diego's garage. We shared perhaps the most awkward silence in such a loud room. Really, we're still just as awkward now. We're both just a year older. And within that year, we've watched so many America's Funniest Home Video clips and taken so many pictures and laughed at so many stupid things and heard so many stories from both of our mothers. Although I'm usually distant and you're always running 'round and being exciting, you're still one of my closest friends. I love you and I hope that your sixteenth birthday will actually be sweet. I hope Bob Dylan sings Happy Birthday to you and Jesus resurrects and researchers find a cure for cancer and that you find a baby lamb at your front door and Steve Jobs will buy me a new iPod and all the world will rejoice.
Happy birthday.
Love,
Laura.