Happy birthday to my big sister!

I just got off the phone with my sister. Today’s her 49th birthday! I realized earlier today that this will be the last time we’re both in our forties. It doesn’t mean anything, just an observation.

I love how she & I can easily fall into conversation. We don’t live close to each other, but we text or call, even sometimes write!, each other often enough that I feel like I still know her. Does that make sense? I know people at work or friends who rarely speak to their siblings or parents, or if they do, it’s all very surface and nothing that shows that there’s love there. I find that a bit sad. I have found for others, and I think I’m in this group, that the older I get, the more I rely on the relationships with my family. I mean they have known me from the start!

We talked about movies, work, travel, kids; we covered a lot! She’ll be going to Hawaii for the first time next week with her husband, son, and in-laws. I can’t wait to hear about her adventures and see all the photos she’ll take. She’s got a great eye for photography, and she’s become quite the world traveler. I’m so happy for her adventures!

Happy birthday, my dear sister, and thank you for being my friend.