quarante deux: bonne anniversaire

Chère bff,

29 years ago, a little girl was born.
She grew up to be become a loving sister, a talented photographer, gardener extrodinaire and a create DIY enthusiast.
Most importantly she became a shoulder to cry on, an ear to rant to, a confidante, and a voice of reason and encouragement to another little girl who was born 63 days later.
Born half way across the world from each other, these two little girls somehow found their way to each other and bonded over their love for tea.

Happy happy birthday ma belle.

❤ pour toujours,
j

p.s I set my alarm to remind myself to say happy birthday when you were actually born. What ended up happening was me staring at my clock for 10 minutes waiting for the alarm to go off...