Cheers to the made up plays we performed with cousins on hot summer days.

Cheers to the years spent with babies, Barbie dolls, and a flair for the dramatics.

You gave me seven sisters, when the three real older brothers weren’t enough.

As I grew up, you grew with me, content to sit in a box on the shelf waiting patiently to help me escape, when I’ve spent too much time with reality.

One day I’ll leave this world, but you’ll stay to help another little girl find shapes in the clouds.