My earliest memory is peeking into the bassinet at my new baby sister, Linda. It was the beginning of a life-long relationship. As little girls, we shared a room, played paper dolls, acted out the Rogers and Hammerstein version of "Cinderella" (we took turns being Cinderella), sang together in church, and shared secrets. As older girls, we shared clothes and friends and more secrets. When we became adults, we continued our sister-bond as we married and raised children who were close in age, and went shopping and traded babysitting and stories and laughs. We are sisters and we are friends.
When Linda and I were teenagers, people often asked which one of us was older. I was terribly offended. Mom always told me that one day I'd love for someone to ask me that, but that was no comfort at age 15. I was two years and four months older for Heaven's sake!
No one asks us that any more. (Bummer.)
Today, my much younger sister turned fifty. We celebrated this milestone with a wonderful meal, special gifts, festive decorations (including a large picture of Linda from every decade), and funny stories about the birthday girl. Good times!
|Beautiful in every decade!|
|One of the best things about being 50? Being old enough to be a grandmother!|