Today my baby sister turned 21.
We haven’t always gotten along over the years. I’m 7 years older than she is, and that has created a lot of challenges in our relationship. We also don’t exactly have tons in common. Still, I mostly enjoyed having a sister as we grew up, and as we have both become older I have enjoyed her more.
I don’t see the little pest who used to steal my clothes and hide them under her bed anymore, or the teenager who was always (and I do mean always) getting her way. Now my sister is a young woman who is quickly becoming a really awesome young adult.
She’s someone I want to be around, and someone I am interested to talk to. She is smart, funny, environmentally conscious, adventurous, and I am really glad that we managed to survive both of our teenage years with our relationship intact, because she’s become someone I really want to know.
So happy birthday, Emily. I hope you enjoy your present – a public statement of how much I love you, and how lucky I think I am to have a sister like you.