My sister, Sarah

I was lucky enough to be born with a built-in best friend. Sarah is eighteen months and eighteen days older than me and has inspired me from birth. She made me want to get up and walk and talk and do all the things that she did when we were young. All the way up until about when we went to different schools (around 4th grade for me and junior high for her) I followed her around and was constantly referred to as "Sarahs little sister" (one of the greatest nicknames to be bestowed). Then we went in different directions and it wasn't until about 1995 that I moved over to her high school and was once again "Sarahs little sister" (and loved it). We were best friends again. We went to parties and shows together all the time and I will always remember that year as being one of the best in my life. She was the most amazing, beautiful set of contradictions... Punk rock head cheerleader who saw live bands and got straight A's. She went on to college and we both started our relationship roller coaster years. Though we are on different tracks, she still amazes me often. We have both, since, married and had a baby each. Having always being the one to look after all the littler kids, she is an excellent mother... She kind of always has been, though her baby boy is only three weeks old today. She is magical, whimsical, and loving. She writes the best letters a girl could hope to receive and she does it often and for no reason other than to show you she's thinking of you. She is a gift.