EIGHTEEN??? Geez Louise.
By Jen Lewis
First of all, Mikayla, you are the only reason I write on my website now. Because you're amazing, obviously.
Second, we've been doing this for a LONG TIME. When you turned 16, anime, 17, Psych... And for me, when I hit 20, Doctor Who and 21, Community. And I desperately want to do another Community version because I've been binge-watching it like crazy for the last few days. And you know about a certain addiction to a certain podcast.
BUT, I realized... we never took a stab at the Avengers franchise, annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd that obsession has lasted many years. So here we go.
EIGHTEEN. WOMAN. Literally an adult. Voting, smoking, buying lotto tickets, the WHOLE shebang. (okay, I'm grinning like mad right now, because I just realized I have SO MANY GIF OPTIONS. Iron Man, Thor, Captain America, the Avengers, all the sequels, Agents of SHIELD. HOLY CRAP THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG) (Should I include the Hulk? Spider Man? This could get confusing. I'll stay simple.)
Let's get started with some theme music: (I'm dancing)
Whew! Okay, so I haven't known you as long as say, mum or dad, but I can honestly say that we've had a good eighteen years together. We've shared rooms, we've gone on road trips, we've probably fought at some point, although I can't remember it. We make a pretty sweet team.
But of course, the best team of all is a sibling team....
I'm not sure who is who in this instances, but I think I'm most often the sidekick. Which I am totally okay with. Except for in the Captain America scenario, I think. That's not great. But Bucky came back, so we're good there. Phil came back too. Loki came back! GEEZ LOUISE MARVEL, change up your plots every once in a while.
Wait a minute.
Marvel did change it up. QUICK PAUSE THE AC DC AND CLICK HERE.
Then come back.
And we'll look at this for a little bit...
Or as long as you want. ya know.
But we're sticking with Avengers, so let's ignore Chris Pratt for a bit. (Ha, right)
I'm getting off track, give me a second... maybe exit out of Blue Swede and hit play on ACDC again. Good, here we go.
Whew! Okay. Eighteen. Birthday. All that jazz. YAY. Now, eighteen is a pretty big deal, but you've kind of already been an adult for a while, so maybe it won't hit you all that hard. Because frankly, I've only ever bought one lottery ticket, and I won nothing.
Okay, like five. Tops. Still nothing.
And voting? I mean, that's great. I love watching those commercials every two years. Politics are great. I mean, better than living in a monarchy, right? (is that what Asgard calls its governing system?)
And smoking? Don't do that. Unless your Pepper Potts.
I think you'll find that coffee is going to become very important in the next few years. It's best to just accept it now and go with it.
But, 18 is great. Growing up is great. It's awesome. Really.
And you're already well on your way to being the coolest person alive, so no need to worry about that.
So I guess all that's left is to remember that you should never, ever change. You're pretty awesome, as everyone knows, and you've got some super duper years ahead of you. I have no idea what you're going to do, but I know that no matter what happens, I'll always be the luckiest person ever just being your sister.
You, ten years from now:
Me, following you around and begging to be part of the excitement:
Hulk has been majorly left out. Let's add in the best part of the Avengers.
Soooooooooooooo, happy birthday. For real.
Let's make it THE BEST!
I love you a bunch. Happy birthday, beautiful!