Ode to Friendship, Pt. III: Rebecca

A little girl bumbled her way onto the stage...  She danced and jumped up and down, and waved to the audience.  People smiled and chuckled when the adorable little figure bent down and her little headpiece got stuck in her tu-tu..  A few year later, she could be found hunting frogs and salamanders, knee-deep in San Marcos Creek, pigtails flying and goggles atop her head, while riding wild alligators (logs) into the deep parts.

Alot has changed since then, and life has made you grow up.  But you haven't lost that infamous Rebecca-spark.  Spunky tirades, pranks and mischievous grins have all been constants in in your life.

Oh dear friend, please don't change too much.  You are one of a kind.  Don't try to be like anyone else.  People love you because you are absolutely oblivious and adorable and daring and hilarious and fun... and like none other, amazing.  I'm sorry life hasn't let you live your whole life in a creek, or catching butterflies, or making rock-houses, because it should have.  That was the best.  Oh silly, stupid life.