As I sit to write this, it is goin on 4:00 AM where my sister lives, and I hope she is sound asleep in bed next to her husband. Before too long, though, she will wake to begin her day as a daughter, wife, mother, and school librarian. And today she becomes another year older.
Thinking back over the years that we were together as sisters at home with the rest of the family, I can only remember getting angry at her once. It happened when she was about 5 years old and I was about 14 and she got into my nail polish -- or maybe it was my bottle of Evening in Paris perfume -- which was sitting on my dresser.
I will not be there to celebrate this special day with her. I wish I could be. I love her. She is my best forever friend.