Today is my favorite (and only) sister's 25th birthday.
She is the queen of organization, maternal genes and home decor. She can go from absolute girly princess with closets of fabulous clothes, perfectly coiffed hair and just the right accessories to rough-and-tumble "hangin' out with the guys" in no time at all.
She bakes. She decorates. She is the most fantastic packer on the planet (she can get an amazing amount of items in a very small amount of space - and proved to be a huge asset during all the times I have moved out of, or back to, my parents' house). She can organize anything, and probably should own stock in Rubbermaid. She loves clothes and always looks perfect. She also loves four-wheeling, hunting, camping, hiking, rappelling, canyoneering and snowboarding as much as she loves jewelry and buying frilly outfits for her little girl.
She ended up with the most fantastic nurturing genes - first exercising them at a very young age on our youngest brother (barely a year younger) - who grew up not knowing how to function without her in his life. She was always "the mom" when we played house - even though I was half a decade older. She is creative, funny and can sleep in longer than anyone else I know.
She is fiercely competitive and enormously talented. As a kid, she once quipped "I'd like to play a game I don't always win." She has a sweet tooth and an apparently super metabolism to go with it. She was my coloring-in-bed-on-Saturday-mornings partner for years and even though she only had 24 hours free, she flew to Virginia to be with me on one of the most important days of my life.
Most of all, she loves helping people. She knew she wanted to be a nurse practically from birth, and nothing stood in her way. She has the most amazing spirit of charity I've ever known and would do anything to help anyone.
At the age of 3 she made my bed every day for 6 months because I told her it was "the right thing to do." She would have made it every day for the rest of forever had I not forced the issue when she was sick and Mom found out about it. I'm not sure my bed has been made regularly since.
She married eight months after I did and gave birth to her little girl four months prior to Woodstock's arrival. I have called her for countless advice and reassurance. She has cried with me, laughed with me, tolerated my not-as-organized self and loved me more than I deserved sometimes.
When I grow up, I want to be just like my "little" sister.
Happy 25th Birthday to the best sister I could ever ask for.
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