Pizee.

 When I think of you, initially I think of lemon socks, NIN t-shirts and your never ending desire for a happy meal. I see us walking up the hill from Doug's high and feeling as if we were actually scaling Stone Mountain. I picture your bedroom covered in posters and drawings, every shelf lined with Coke cans and sour chocolate milk glasses. I see you with Jeff, young and in love.
When all the nostalgia passes, I don't even see the same person. I see not only an amazing mom and wife, but a beautiful, independent and confident woman. A woman who fights against the grain to make the best choices she can for her family be it education, health, finances or leisure. I see strength in certain areas where I lack greatly and I am envious, but it is a handsome shade of green.
I know that no matter how much time passes while life gets in the way of us having conversations, or how far I am away from you geographically, you will always be in my life. You will always respect my ideas and decisions, but you will also always respectfully state when you disagree and why. You will push me beyond myself and the box I have created, and you will always desire for me to do the same for you.
When I look at photos of us from a decade ago I see little girls searching for meaning and hope and love. When I look at us today I see women (both of whom slightly resemble their mothers), who have fulfilled those longings, and the some. I am so blessed to have you in my life Randi Tisdall, and I don't think it a coincidence that I call my little girl Pizee more often than not. I love you like whoa, spiked dog collars, processed chicken nuggets or cargo shorts and green smoothies- you are AWESOME.

Love, Brooks