Twenty-seven years ago, I was staying at Grandma and Grandpa's house, waiting to find out whether I had a new brother or sister. Dad finally pulled into the driveway, got out of the car, and handed me a stack of quarters. (A dollar? 50 cents?) It took me a second to realize that this meant I had won our bet-it was a girl, not a boy! I knew it would be (read: desperately wanted it to be)! Yay! I had a sister!
That night, or maybe the next day, I got to go to the hospital and hold her. Back then, she was just a wrinkly kid with a lot of hair. She still has a lot of hair, but she's not wrinkly any more (glad she grew out of THAT!)-she's beautiful and funny and thoughtful and I love her with all my heart.
Happy Birthday, Sister! I love you! (Thanks for being a girl!)