Yesterday was my little sisters 34 birthday. I can't believe she is 34. The same age as our mother when she had me. A change of life baby for my mom, a real life doll for me to cherish and adore.
My little one. Wanted to sleep in the "girls" room when she was four. She had her own bed, specially made for her, before "toddler" beds were fashionable, my mom and a family friend made a bed out of her crib mattress, springs and headboard/foot board. I thought it was the coolest thing I had ever seen, just like a dwarf bed out of Snow White. Little sis rarely slept in that bed, she always wanted to have a slumber party in my bed. I moved to the bottom bunk so we could.
Little sister who couldn't dance a lick but laughed at my lip-syncing and 80's hair styles. Five year old face with turquoise eyeshadow and frosted pink lip gloss as I practiced make up secrets from Teen and Seventeen.
Miss Piggy for Halloween with dress made from orange curtains, fake fur stole and ears and nose made from egg cartons covered with ivory foundation. Hours of Chutes and Ladders, Hi-ho Cherry O and Operation.
Funny stories shared under the covers with a flash light. First person I told that I was pregnant (with College Diva)even before I told our mother. Gave her my favorite pairs of Guess Jeans when they got too tight. Curled her hair and painted her face for her first "date" to the Winter Formal.
Happy Birthday little sister. I love you twenty-bunch-a-muchas!