So it figures there'd be a huge #BloggerFAIL just when it came time to publish my birthday greetings to my sister. Two days late, then, here it is.
Whatever I am, she is. And then some.
I am smart. She is brilliant.
I am quick. She is lightening fast.
I am funny. She is freakin’ hilarious.
I write well. She writes circles around me.
I am old. She is older.
Happy birthday to the best sister anyone could hope to have. At the top of my list of regrets in life, a very short list, is the one wishing our relationship had been as good as it is far earlier in our lives. Being one who always looks on the bright side of things – ha! – that regret gives me comfort. Why? Because I know that eventually, although maybe not in my lifetime, my children stand a chance of enjoying each other’s company, of loving each other so strongly, and of having each other intertwined in their lives for as long as they live.
I love you, Virginia. Happy birthday, sis.