"They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you."
-Beatles
i consider this day on my top five list. definitely.
it's the love of my life's birthdate.
literally, the love of my life.
big 18.
our love story:
i firmly believe that in the pre-existence we were in love like we are now. it only makes sense. so, 18 years plus 10 days ago i said goodbye to Carrie. as i made my journey to earth. 10 days later Carrie made her way to earth as well.
US History, Mr. Spence came along. Carrie sat slightly left of me, i was always late and sleeping and getting yelled at by the teacher that looked like E.T. Carrie was quiet and adorable, as always. one day she told me she liked my shoes, therefore i knew she was a kindred spirit.
we started talking and got aquainted. next thing we know we're in P.E. last period together making up handshakes and singing Secondhand Serenade. i can't even count how many inside jokes were created in that class. "Look, it's a family reunion."
and then it was love.
and has been ever since.
if anyone ever asked me how to survive high school, or life in general, i would tell them to find themselves a Carrie Smith.
because obviously i would not be who i am if i didn't have a Carrie Smith in my life.
and i love her:
dance skills, you've never seen dance till you've watched her do it.
first thing she does when she walks through the door is wash her hands, cleanliness-she's got it.
beautiful shiny blonde hair.
body of a babe.
a laugh like a heyena, it's contagious.
same obsessions as i. we've basically morphed into each other.
on the verge of having no social life like me, it's the way to go.
she's got whiter teeth than Santa Clause.
she's learning how to take care of teeth, fascinating.
reminds me so much of Rory Gilmore you should be jealous.
in her room she has a chalk board which is cooler than cool.
she sings me to sleep. and serenades me during lunch.
she's going to have the coolest house when she's older, and the coolest family.
she can make any picture look good, literally.
she wears classy outfits every day.
those blue eyes of her's are full of the gospel, they sparkle.
one time she took me to a church and played her violin for me in the chapel, it was beautiful. she is amazing at the violin.
her personality is beautiful.
she can make any outfit look good.
she always has a way of making any awkward situation less awkward. i don't know how, but she does.
she takes pictures on an old camera.
she is always making sure people feel involved and not left out.
she lets me borrow her chap, and eat her food, and spontaniously sleepover.
she is kinder than kind.
her back is strange, so she goes to the chiropractor a lot, i still love her.
her music taste is fantastic. she introduced me to Neil. and she almost always has either him or James Taylor playing in her car.
she'll drive around in circles in parking lots with me.
she can skateboard.
she's my dermatologist.
she's smarter than me.
she can swim.
we can read each other's minds.
when we walk down the halls we sing to each other. she'll sing two part primary songs with me.
she's really good at singing the higher parts.
she doesn't believe in PDA.
she has the coolest names picked out for her lucky, lucky kiddos.
she'll make weird noises with me.
she is the best friend i could ever ask for.
i give her quatrillion A+'s.
on a scale of 1-10. she's getting a big 10.
and i love her.
happy birthday C Smith!
