Way back in 1969, my seven year run as the baby of the family came to an abrupt end with the arrival of a little sister. I remember quite clearly how upsetting it was to have the careful balance of power disrupted by a screaming little bundle of pink baby girl.
Through the years, we established ourselves as quite different people in interests and looks. Sue was definitely the tomboy, the proud owner of matchbox cars and the destroyer of my Barbie doll collection. However, no matter how destructive she’s been of my personal cherished possessions, she is still my sister.
Today, the baby is turning 3*. She’s seven years younger than I am. You do the math. I don’t want to be accused of divulging such a sensitive age, one so close to the big 40 that I dare not say it out loud. She’s off in Colorado at Estes Park on vacation this week so I can’t be mean to her in person. Therefore, she gets a blog entry with her picture plastered on it for the whole world to see.
Happy birthday Sue! Hope you’re having a good time!