Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Hippobirdies to you..
hippobirdies to you..
hippobirdies, dear Dayna..
hippobirdies to you.
Oh, the wonder of being 20. I love you more than words. And caramel swirl lattes.
You are the one who appreciates Dunkin Donuts the way I do.. who is embarrassed by my reckless behavior, yet laughs and blushes right through the times when I blast *NSYNC by the tennis courts and scream at cute boys.
You are the one I can cuddle with, who rubs my back when it hurts, and plays with my hair when I'm scared. Some people think those things should be done by boyfriends, but you do them oh-so-much-the-best.
You are beautiful, strong willed, independent, wise, goofy, honest, blunt, and not afraid to state your mind.
You are a kilbasa-loving, raspberry-hating, seltzer-consuming fiend, and my parents love you for it.
You are compassionate to a fault.
I love you so much, and I'm so proud to be able to call you my Dayna. And to be known as the copyrighted owner of the nickname "D" which I sometimes share, but never willingly. Especially with certain people. ;)
. celebrate . `@ 7:10 PM