When I called you from my university dorm room to tell you I was going to Paris instead of going into second year, you smiled through the telephone line and told me to go for it.
From the day I was born you have taught me the meaning of joie de vivre. I wouldn't be the woman I am today without your bear hugs, jazz music, garlic infused salad dressings, bad jokes and contagious laugh.
You taught me that I was beautiful, intelligent, and that everything tastes better with hot sauce.
I don't like you. I love you. Thank you for being everything that you are.