Happy birthday to my soul sister in heaven. Happy birthday to the girl with the big laugh and the gorgeous, ever-changing long locks. Happy birthday to the one who almost burned down the beach house that weekend, who waxed off half of my eyebrow that night, who made way better art than I did, always. Happy birthday to the girl who taught me to be free.
I still think you’re on vacation, sipping cocktails in that forest in Costa Rica. I still hear your high-shrieked laugh all the time. I still read your emails and feel like we’re back there, two or three years ago, talking about whether or not you should release live butterflies at your wedding or what we should make in the art studio.
Happy 38th, Laura.
You are loved forever.