happy day of birth

to the girl who

i learned how to shoot a gun with

taught me how to play "wherever you go" on the piano

and "where are you christmas"

who laughed with me late at night

and scribbled nonsense over a cardboard box at 1 AM

the one who taught me that dancing in the rain was worth the frizzy hair

and that sometimes, we just need to trust each other

the girl who taught me that there is always someone whose got it worse

and what tough love means

she also taught me that we all make mistakes

but we can always make it okay, if we truly mean it.

this girl used to be my best friend. we're still friends...although i haven't seen her in ages. we used to climb trees together and spend hours talking about everything and nothing. and yes, we've had our grand amount of disagreements. but we're okay. she's the girl who took me up onto her roof, and we watched the sunset together. she's the one who told me that i have music...in me, and before that...i'd never really realized that.

we shopped at DI together

and gave out Book of Mormons together

we rode horses and sweated in the heat together

we even cleaned each others rooms

we sang songs together

and became obsessed with spanish opera together

we took long walks in the ghetto of PG together

and ate each other out of house and home

we became addicted to healthy berry cereal together

and watched our favorite movies with each other

we worked at K-Camp together

and counted stars in the ceilings at school together

we read the Book of Mormon in two weeks together

basically...she was like my sister. she was the first girl i was ever allowed to have a sleepover with {although not quite under the circumstances i would have hoped - as most sleepovers don't begin with a visit to the ER and end with falling asleep at 8am...}.

what's beautiful about her is that she never gives up on people. and although sometimes she's wondered if she's the only person that does...she doesn't stop. she stays loyal. she's always been there to lift people up, and when she's made mistakes she has been able to correct them and become better, and stronger.

because she knows just who she is. a daughter of God. and that's incredible. and beautiful. and lovely.

and i wish her the very best birthday. and i hope life only gets better for her. i hope she only knows how much this imperfect heart of mine cares for her. i hope she knows how sorry i am for ever mistreating her. i hope she also knows how much i treasure the good times. i hope she knows that in the end..."all will be well."

i love you brittani bills with no middle name.

i love you very...very much.

have a good one,

love always.

kaylla

{PS - britt, sorry if the picture is old and doesn't look like the gorgeous girl i know...it was the best i had. love you!}