Happiest of birthdays to my sister, Joyce. It feels odd to type her name because I haven't called her anything but "dork" in twenty-five years. And she calls me "freakshow."
I don't know how people without sisters survive. She's my psychiatrist, fashion consultant, emergency babysitter, health advisor...and best friend.
I recently had the great pleasure of watching my sister walk across a stage and receive her degree from one of the most prestigious nursing schools in the country. Summa cum laude. Uh-huh. When the Dean handed her the diploma, I thought, this girl has no idea how fantastic she is. So I'm telling her now.
Hey, dork. You rule. And are awesome. Happy birthday!