My Sister

I have a gift. She was given to me when I was 3 years old and her name is Suzanne. Now, when I was 3, I've heard that I wasn't too interested in having her around, but over the years, she's become a lot more fun. Today, my gift is celebrating her birthday and I'm celebrating the anniversary of meeting her.

Oh, how I love my sister! She makes me laugh more than any other person in this world. I don't even need to say any words, just one look can lead us into convulsions of laughter. My dad used to call us "laughing hyenas" and warn us that we would "never find husbands with those laughs." (Typing those words makes me laugh out loud). Suzanne is also one of the only people who can make me cry. She's a lot like Dad in that way. If I disappoint her or upset her, it is sure to reduce me to tears. I don't like her knowing that very much.

She knows all my inside jokes, she knows all my strengths and all my weaknesses. She is an amazing woman, friend, sister, wife and now mother.

Suzanne....I love you so much and hope you have a wonderful birthday! If I could, I would buy you a baby monkey...

The following ramblings are for you. (in no particular order, although I did try)

The Peculiar Purple Pie Man from Porcupines Peak...Oh No It's The Nosy Neighbor From Next Door...No, you be Michael Jackson...Susie...Red Glasses...Charles(said in that way)...The next guy who walks in is your boyfriend...Red Baron Pub...Papa does Preach...All my life/Baby, Baby...You can call me Elfie from now on...WTF!?!?!...Uptown Baby...Las Justas...Because I knew you, I have been changed For Good....