little baby sister turned twenty-one years old yesterday. I cannot believe it. I am seriously in awe of the fact. First of all, it’s impossible because I’m still 17 and she’s 4 years younger than me. Secondly, it’s only 1998. And thirdly, there is just no way that we’re both grown and living on our own in cities far from home.
But I am so thankful for my Ashley Bashley. (That’s what we called her sometimes. We are a little weird, I’ll admit.) Ash and I have an infinite number of memories and inside jokes. Friday nights with Grandma and Gramps, McDonald’s and Boy Meets World and maybe a little Rummy thrown in there. Summer afternoons with Mary playing drive-thru and swimming till our lips were blue. Oh, the ski trips. Running into SLOW signs, racing down the slopes and getting in trouble, showing off for dad, mom leaving you on the lift.
Mon Frere (another weird sister thing. yes, it means “brother” in French), I love you. I’m so proud of you. Happy Birthday!