Sometimes her curly hair makes me so jealous.
And her clear, big blue eyes are infuriating.
And her intelligence of the computers and
business adminstration mocks my brain.
And her spirituality oozes out of a heart that already overflows
with compassion and generosity.
I’ve known her nearly four years, which is a healthy glimpse of eternity.
I’m grateful for her friendship, which I’m grateful to know I have forever.
So, I’m not bummed I missed the first twenty-five years of her life.
We’ll have neighboring mansions in heaven. And Wiis.
Always, I’ll be glad she was born
and our paths have crossed
even if all those things about her
make me mad.
Happy Birthday, Becky.