The first year you were always there
You still are
The second year you let me brake your stuff
I don't usually do that anymore
The third year you let me hide in closets and jump on your back
Now apparently that's not acceptable in our society
The fourth year you sent me to preschool and I begged you not to go
Now I encourage you to go
The fifth year I went to kindergarten and I got stung by a bee
You still make me feel better
The sixth year I wore a red dress and colored my arms at Christmas
You Sparked my creativity
My seventh year I thought I was goth you were the one that talked me out of it
I've never been more thankful that you did
My eighth year you scared me with stardust and comforted me
Now I know I won't drown on land
My ninth year you taught me how to ride a bike
And dad made me bike into a car but you said he was stupid for letting me bike down that cursed mountain
My tenth year you taught me how to use lipstick
Now that I think about it I over used it
My eleventh year you supported my hatred of jazz
And helped me face Jesnel
My twelfth year we kicked some yak *** together
It was fun
My thirteenth year isnt over yet but when it is I assume we'll have just as many laughs
Even though I may be lazy,idiotic, and weird sometimes even mean
I still love you
I always will