I had a nice, heartfelt blog post planned for today, my sister’s 26th birthday, but due to circumstances out of my control (namely, a mug cake incident gone horribly wrong) I’m computer less until probably Wednesday and my only ways of communicating with the Internet world are my phone and a two versions old ipad that’s as slow as me getting out of bed on a cold morning. So instead of all that mushy stuff, and a funny story about me and my sister as kids, I’ll keep it short and sweet.
Happy Birthday, Sis! I love you! And now you’re officially closer to 30 than 20, too! Feels great, doesn’t it? (The secret is, it actually does.) When we were little, the age gap between us (20 months) sometimes felt huge, but now that we’re in our late twenties, it feels like nothing. Like just a matter of days. Thank you for being my sister, my partner in crime (and sometimes, the narc who got me in trouble), and my best friend. I’m so glad you were born!