Ode to Trisdan

Today is my kid sister's birthday. She's not really a kid actually. She is 28 today. But I'm......older so I will always refer to her as a kid, just for fun. Plus when she is like 59, and things are shriveling up, I bet she'll really appreciate the reference.

Once when we were still in a double bed, I stared at her until she woke up (just to bug her) and yelled at me. She was always the quiet one, the peacemaker, like when ever we were fighting and I was yelling at the top of my lungs she would quietly say, "You are not my mom, bossy." She put up with a lot.

She also has this wonderful quality that makes you want to tell her anything. She's completely non-judgemental, if it is possible, and she has this inviting air about her, that you just know she'll like you, no matter how wierd you happen to be.

She is one of those women you stop and stare at and think, "That girl is sooooo cute! I wonder were she got that outfit?" She has a great sense of fashion, and style, but at the same time, she's not afraid of dirt or imperfections, or flaws. She is supermom, every time I call her she is with her kids on some adventure, the park, the zoo, science centers, desert and mountain hikes, her six year old twins have even waterskied! When she's around we never just sit, it's like she can just smell the fun, and off we go to make a memory.

Growing up I always wanted a big sister, someone to emulate, follow around, someone who I just generally wanted to be like. I guess I've had that all along.

Happy Birthday Tris.