Happy Birthday

Today's my sister's birthday. I'll call her Renee (pronounced Ree-nee) and I will never never tell how many birthday's this makes.

She's one of my favorite people, ever. Hands down. Even when I was the biggest pain in her ass as kid, she was still one of my favorite people.

As my older (OLDER) sister, she always had more independence and more privileges, like staying up later and getting to watch what she wanted on T.V. or going out while I had to stay home or at least on the block we lived. She was slender and exotic with her long golden red hair and bright hazel eyes, while I still had baby pudge with brown hair and eyes. How could I not be annoyed with that? I've always admired her, and took serious delight in showing her exactly how much by causing innumerable ways to make her miserable when she was forced to babysit me. Isn't that what little sisters are for? Unconditional Love?

So, if you're tuned in today Renee, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! And here's a few memories for you to appreciate how I've shown my love over the years.

That day I instigated you so much, you ended up chasing me across the gravel parking lot of the Anchor Inn, in your bare feet? It was because I loved you but you called me a brat. And you needed the exercise.

Those days I tattled on you to Mom and Dad? Feel that love.

That day I told you I didn't want to be in your wedding? You were leaving me behind. It made me scared and mad.

All those moments we bickered because I wanted to do all the things you did and you told me to go away, I was bugging you? I just wanted to be like you.

Those times I snuck into your room and snitched your romance novels? Your room was so grown up and exotic. And off limits. Especially to irritating little sisters, which was like hanging a neon sign on the door that said, COME IN. Really, what did you think I was going to do? Stay out?

That day you wanted the Pink Floyd iron-on that came in the Sunday papers (remember those?) and I pitched a major tantrum to get it so you couldn't have it? Well, it was something that might make me as cool as you. (OK, that's a big fat lie. I was just being bitchy kid time.)

When I was struggling with hard scary personal decisions? It was your guidance and comfort I wanted and needed to help me navigate.

All those days when you were holding strong and facing the worst days ever? I only hope I have a portion of the grace and strength that you exhibited. And that the bond we share offered you support and comfort.

On the days where a girl needs another girl to rant and bitch to about everything and nothing? Your number is on speed dial.

You will always be my friend, my confidant, my Sister.

Happy Birthday, I love you.