Today is a very special day. Twenty-four years ago on May 25, my wonderful older sister was born! We are less than two years apart, so we have
(almost) always been very close. The best thing about our relationship is that despite our age and the fact that we did so many of the same sports and activities in high school, we were never competitive. She was always very supportive of me and I of her. So here's to you, Abby. I love you! :)
I wish I had some pictures of us in our youth gallivanting about with our adorable blonde bowl cuts and Amish prairie dresses, but alas, the pictures I can glean from Facebook will have to do:
Edited to add: My dad saw this post and e-mailed me some pictures of us in our younger days; check them out here.
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| She taught me how to read (many years before this picture was taken, obviously) ... |
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... and ushered in my 21st birthday with multiple drinks a shot. :) |
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| She visited me at Mizzou (where this crazy guy was wearing a Speedo to a 30-degree November evening football game) ... |
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| ... and I visited her at Purdue. |
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| ... And at Northwestern. |
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| I went to her college graduation (a semester early) ... |
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| ... and she went to mine (also a semester early). And we made fun of the sorority arm pop. |
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| We saw The Phantom of the Opera in St. Louis ... |
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| ... and Wicked in San Francisco. |
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| And, like any good sister, she loves to see me miserable ... |
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| ... especially when she's the one who caused it. :) |
Luckily, I took a picture of a picture last time I was home, so you can see Abby in all her infantile cuteness as my dad carried her around on our farm in Pennsylvania:
Happy birthday, sister! I love and miss you. See you on the Fourth of July. :)
