Birthdays! Part Two

Before we talk about me (ME.  I'm just kidding, it's going to be as humble as I think fit), we'll talk about someone very special.  It's not Sara, her birthday post is on her blog (that's your cue to visit the site), it's not Bobby, his birthday isn't July eighteenth.  Rocky's birthday isn't even in July, so it's not him.  We know it's not Scarlet or Pinkie's birthday, as I just got those two in spring.  It's probably not Henna... so... you guessed it - Rosey!  So here's a paragraph dedicated to her:
Oh darling, you know how much I love you.  I have every reason to, because for two whole years you've been at my side (almost) wherever I go.  I wish I could say the same for me, but I cannot.  Thank you for being so wonderful Rosey, and here's your song:
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear Rosey!  ♥
Happy birthday to you!
Now for me, Janet!  By age I'm a teenager.  By mind I'm still and always will be that fantasizing, Toby-struck* Rainbowlander.  By heart I'm still the little girl who played old Rainbowland in Daddy's bed, who watched Patrick pretend to be a clown on the ropeswing, who played horses with the best brother ever one morning before breakfast (that was in the old mobile home), who learned to swing with the boy who was so little back then, who fell asleep scratching Mother's arm and nursing.  Now that's a real timeline.  I was older when I played ropeswing and Rainbowland, younger when I played horses that morning with Patrick and youngest when I learned how to swing and scratched Mother's arm at night.
Thank you for reading this!  I got a bit out of control for a bit there, but need to store those memories somewhere anyway, not that I'll ever forget them.  They're too embedded in my mind.
Well, thanks for all the birthday wishes on Facebook and thanks in advance for those to come.  Until tomorrow!
*I'm in love with Toby Williams (along with Ian, Seth, Benedict, all the others).  Who wouldn't be?  He's incredibly handsome, he has an adventure-FILLED background, he's kind, he smart, he's funny, he's skilled in almost any subject, he's young and he's not real.  If he was, he'd be the most eligible bachelor in the world.
Valete!