There is no doubt, from begging of time and till the end of it, no matter how they are: tall, petite, with dark or pale skin, with short hair or long hair, with confidence or shy, speaking a different language or coming from a different place, they’re all beautiful and we love all the shades of the women of our life, and more important we love those women no matter what.
I wanna share with you, in this special day my love for a beautiful woman in my life: my big and only amazing sister. Today is her 32nd birthday. A long way, I know, and she succeeded in making the most of it with grace and staying humble. What amazed me the most in her is that she is far away from being a bold kinda way person but when is coming to her family and the ones she loves she stand up with a straight that you will never believe could be possible in a 157cm person. I never saw a person, besides my mom, so dedicated to her loved ones like she is, always putting them first, even when is so tough.
“She is beautiful.”
She is beautiful, I always say this to her, but she never believes me, her weight and hight always made her insecure about the way she’s looking. And the scar left on her body after a difficult and scary surgery to her heart when she was a little baby girl is making her even more insecure. I even struggle to convince her to join me on the beach in the summer.
“She cares for everybody.”
Maybe she is not the kind of person that tells I love you too often but there is no day passing by without her proving it because she cares like nobody.
I will thank you for being you, for being beside me every time I need it, for being kind, for keeping my secrets without me telling to keep them, for taking care of me when I was little and for helping me make my dream came true.