On March 8, 1972 I found a new best friend, my sister, Amy. My mom and her dad really thought she was going to be a boy and had already picked out her name, Matthew. I can remember secretly praying in the corner that I would get a baby sister...someone must have heard me!
The past 37 years have been filled with so many memories. I can remember when she was little and didn't even know my name. She called me "sissy" for the first 5 years and followed me everywhere. When she started school I was in 5th grade and I was so paranoid she would show up at my class and ask for "sissy". That is when she learned my real name.
I wasn't the nicest big sister. We used to play a game called "fly guts" where we would chase each other around with the fly swatter and rub it on each other...poor Amy, she always lost. I'm sorry sis for wiping fly guts on you. I'm REALLY sorry for the other mean thing I did - you know what I'm talking about...yep, when I spit in your mouth and told you if you told mom I would beat you up. Isn't that gross? I was so mean.
As you grew into a young woman I remember the pain you suffered over your first broken heart. I would beat up Steve Whitman if I knew where he was now. I used to hear you crying and I felt so bad for you.
I remember your wild side when you became of legal age. I won't reveal too much of that on here (just in case your kids ever read this), but boy, you were one crazy chick! You lived your life to the fullest as you entered womanhood and I was worried about you and your alter ego (Rebecca).... (FYI for my followers - she wasn't a drug addict or prostitute or anything like that)
And one day you became a full-fledged woman. I am so proud of you. You are a great mom, incredible wife, and a successful career woman. It has been a great 37 years and I am so lucky to have a sister like you. I love sis, more than you could ever know. Happy Birthday!