A writer, an artist, a dreamer. A silly sally who maintains childhood persuasions. A believer of mystical things. Someone who laughed harder than I have ever seen a person laugh while watching The Gods Must Be Crazy. The kind of person toe socks were invented for. A cultivator of laughter. Often the hysterical kind. A listener. A true and trusted friend. A free spirit.
Happy birthday, Momma. I love you and your great big young heart.