I have her heart. I share her love for pretty things and Fleetwood Mac. She taught me how to use my small hands to create things out of wire and beads. We share a love for things related to the earth, hippy knick knacks, and an obsession with Christmas. She showed me to be compassionate towards the entire world, and not let our passive aggressive nature get in the way of doing what is right. I am loving, because of her.
(and she would literally kill me if she ever saw this post. She hates pictures. So, I can assume she would hate it even more if she realized pictures of her were on the internet. So, keep it quiet, will you?)