Happy Birthday Kenz ♡

January 29th. Doesn't sound too significant, does it? Well I am going to change this date's meaning. Today is the day my flawless Mackenzie was born! #thisdaynowmeanseverythingtoyoudoesntit? ;)

And here's the birthday girl now.

Do NOT ask how I got this photo.

You really don't want to know... #stalker

Our dear Mackenzie Rae is now 17 years old. *spits water at computer screen then frantically wipes it away* WHAT?!? WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT...this can't be true. No no no, it can't be. Nope. I can't believe this. I refuse to even consider the possibility that with every passing second my beautiful baby is getting older. O-O *cough* Oh, but it is. The realistic part of me is scowling as it realizes the truth hidden beneath the earth and in between the layers. Time is passing us by all too fast and my dear Mackenzie truly is, seventeen. (I was going to share this totally unrelated song called "Seventeen" by Marina and the Diamonds but...I couldn't find the clean version. >.<)

In her seventeen years of life, Mackenzie has accomplished many things. I don't know a lot of them. I mean, I've only been her friend for two years now, but those two years have actually shown me a lot.

Like, for one thing, Kenz has the biggest, most beautiful imagination there is. Sometimes she acts like a five year old--the lovey dovey kind you just wanna pick up and cuddle with, yah know?--and in all honesty her red locks of hair truly fascinate me. She has this superb drawing/artistic talent that has been ingrained into her gorgeously cold hands. She's short-ish but not someone you should underestimate. If she says she'll be there for you, by the great God in heaven she will be there. She's gentle and persuasive, kind and sensitive. And just a warning to her future boyfriends(s <-- I feel bad for putting this "s" here...); if you hurt her, I swear I will find you, and make you pay for the crime you have committed. Is that understood?

[the smile of innocence shall be inserted here] I am so utterly blessed to have this wonderful opportunity to get to know Mackenzie. I mean, she gives me a meaning. She gives me something to live for. And as she's been here for me, I realize how truly thankful I am because I just don't know where I'd be without her...

*whispers* I made this and I'm actually rather proud of it...

Now, for the singing portion of this post. *grabs microphone off stand* Ansel, would you like to do the honors?

Yes. We know.

Now sing pretty boy! SING! \(•-•)/

"Happy birthday to you,

happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday dearest-ever-so-flawless Mackenzie,

happy birthday to you!"

*claps hands and sniffles* Wasn't that beautiful Kenz? You picked yourself a keeper. •-•

Now it's time for cake. <3_<3

I, um, made this too. I hope you like it... It's quite glittery, isn't it? >.< Well, you know what they say. If you make a mistake pour glitter on it. <-- I don't think anyone says that... •-•

I think that's all for now. You shall receive your present soon my love (or maybe you already have. this is a scheduled post after all. •-•)

But to make up for my lack of "postly presents", I have written up a writing passage for you, my dear. Enjoy. <3

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   Seventeen years. That's all it took to shape you into the beautiful person you are today. To think that you were born on this very day, and to know that you, Mackenzie, are my best friend...why, it's all so overwhelming.

   I know you're scared to grow up. I know you're scared of the outside world, and the scary, mean people within its confines. But you, my dear, you shouldn't be afraid. Because I will be by your side, every step of the way. I'm here for you as you have been for me. Someday, on one of your future birthdays I'll be able to drive you down to that little cottage in the woods we've talked about. There will be a glitterized pathway--the only kind of path fit for such a flawless being as your self. I'll smear cake on your cheeks. We'll giggle and settle down into a cuddle with our Peeta blankets. I won't release your hand and you won't mind. Everything will be at peace.

   Now, Mackenzie, you have this special gift within you, something you've shared with me over our past two years of friendship. Your genuine brightness. The life I once lived has brightened because of you. I smile every day. I get showered in unnecessary compliments. I receive love that I know I don't deserve.

   The world is blessed to have your wondrous mind. The ground is glad to host your stride. The people around you are fortunate and lucky to be able to see your face, to hear your voice and to be touched by your hands--or to even be smacked by a door when you're excited to hug someone. ;)

   And I, Rose, have this privilege to be your best friend. Your HG Buddy. Your one and only. Your soul mate. I know at times grief over shadows me, drowning out the thankfulness I should have for you. You think I'm the amazing one. The one who has blessed the earth with (utterly horrendous) thoughts and ideas but I, of course, do not agree with such unbearable and drastic notions.

   I think my friendly readers would agree when I say you are the divine and adored addition to this world. Not me. And we are fortunate to have you.

(I hope that got my message across... I feel like I got way off topic. >.<)

Here are some lyrics that reminded me of us. Because they are utterly true...

"You took the time to memorize me:
my fears, my hopes, and dreams.
I just like hangin' out with you, all the time.
All those times that you didn't leave;
It's been occurring to me I'd like to hang out with you, for my whole life.

Stay.
And I'll be loving you for quite some time.
No one else is going to love me, when I get mad, mad mad.
So I think that it's best if we both stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay."

(Song lyrics curtsey of Taylor Swift's song, Stay Stay Stay)

Again, happy birthday.

Remember, I love you.

Alright?

xx Nicole Rose