1. Being the pink for my green. She is so not the pink now.
2. Dobbing us in for stealing sweets at nap time.
3. Dobbing me in for climbing out our window in the middle of the night.
4. Unconsciously drunk (aka asleep), wearing a blonde wig, askew, at my twenty-first birthday Murder mystery-Mexican and Marguarita party.
5. Cruising the Whitsundays—the couple having the baby—and helping me remeber the power of a touch.
6. Being our 'savior' when we stepped in the river near home. (Drama Queen!)
7. Letting me reveal the ugly truth about the existence of Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy—because that gossip was too big for a single person to bear.
8. Paying and replaying, the 100mt, 200mt, 400mt, 1500mt, 100mt relay .... at least four hundred times on the Commonwealth Games Board Game, and never, ever, advancing to any other game in the event because we always had to start at the beginning!
9. Jumping on polystyrene surfboards until they disintegrated into looking like a bean bag exploded in the pool. Then having to clean it all up with a sieve.
10. Wearing bottom marks in the chairs at 'the usual', to be my great coffee, breaky and chat buddy. Oh, and another coffee.
Love you D—. Happy Birthday.
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