Happy Birthday Sister!
I remember you in nothing but a sagging cloth diaper clutching a yellow tiger kitty with one hand and your other hand’s thumb in your mouth. Did you ever win any of the sister fights over clothes? I remember cradling Katie and the look of pure mommy love and satisfaction in your eyes. You can’t move far enough away or stay there long enough for me to ever ever ever stop loving you to pieces. What are the Vegas odds I’ll see you this summer? Ask Chumley, he’ll know. Sis, when did we stop being so young and start being so … experienced? … seasoned? … (ahem) mature?
Love love and love on your special day, special sis.