Woah..She's 30.

That sweet little girl I met back in 8th grade with the permed hair and huge brown eyes is now 30. Wow. She sure doesn't look it. The perm is gone, she doesn't wear the cheer skirts constantly (sigh), she has a career, and two kids....other than that, she's the same sweet girl I fell in love with. She still makes my heart skip a beat when she walks in the room. Every time I kiss her it reminds me of our first kiss, even though that's corny as all heck. Most of all, she somehow still gets my crappy jokes. That alone says it all. She loves me, despite...me.

Happy birthday sweetheart. I love you more now than ever.