Missing Kathie

Dear Kathie,

I wrote in my last dedication to you something about your "childish bliss" and "balloons and sparkles" and all that kind of jazz. But this time, as I sit down to write about you the day before your birthday, it no longer seems right.

I don't necessarily mean that these are no longer Kathie things. (If they aren't, please tell me.)

They just seem too simplified.

I told you to never grow up. I said that Peter Pan would sooner grow up than Kathie lose her sparkle. And while this may still be true, today, you are more of a Wendy than a Peter Pan.

All of this is a long and roundabout way of saying what an amazing and beautiful woman you've become.

(Isn't it strange when people start referring to you as a woman?)

I've always seen you as a little sister, but somehow you've become more than that.

You've become someone I deeply admire. Someone I can look up to.

Today it is not only your sparkle that is un-vanquish-able, but your strength, your humor, your strong sense of style, your loyalty, and so much more. Your Jack-Sparrow run is incomparable. Your intimidating stare has only grown better since elementary school. And the joy you find in life in all its simplicity is inspiring.

You are somebody's Wendy now. But you'll always be my Peter Pan.

(I hope you know what I mean by that, or it'll just be weird.)

I miss you, my dear beloved Cousin. 

And I look forward to pirating with you again someday soon.

Love,

your best mate ;)

P.S. Here's a picture of us that, as you so wonderfully put it, "preferctly sums up our relationship".