It's an indoor joke.

My baby, the nurse. The caregiver. The one who is always full of sweetness, compassion and love for all things. The one who, at 21, is way more emotionally mature than most people I know. More confident. Beautiful, inside and out.

I'm so glad that she's made her way across the country this summer to live and work in my city. To live with me for the first time in seven or eight years. My little blonde baby. I'm so proud to be your big sister. You're so full of knowledge, give such good advice, and you act like a little old granny like I do. We're lame in the most delightful ways.

Happy birthday, love.

twenty-five

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Graduate university. Twice.

Move across the country.

Live in fabulous downtown apartment.

Find a career instead of just a job.

Determine who your real friends are.

Make some new ones.

Travel when you can.

Get involved in your community.

Find the love of your life.

Show your love off to your family and friends back home.

Surround yourself with people who inspire, encourage and support you.

Enrol in a Masters program.

Celebrate. A lot.

Move.

Have cupcakes for breakfast.