Twenty nine years ago today, my "baby" sister was born.
We are almost 6 years apart in age...and her birth was an adjustment for me, I'm sure, although I don't remember it being difficult.
I loved looking at her when she was sleeping.
I loved playing with her.
I actually dropped her on my mouth and loosened one of my front teeth when I was 7.
It was a baby tooth, thank goodness.
One time I pinched her awake from her nap, just because I wanted to play with her.
Six years is a big gap when you are 14 and 8, but I don't feel like there is much of an age gap now.
She is one of my very best friends.
She is also one of my role models.
She's creative, strong in mind and body, and a risk-taker.
I've learned a lot from her.
I hope she has a beautiful birthday.
She has made my life much more joyful, just by being a part of it!
Happy Birthday my sistah!