It's Karen's birthday today. I am so glad she was born and I am so glad she was born before I was. I totally lucked out that I got her for my big seester. It's funny because the other day I was thinking about how Karen is such the typical older sister (in all the good ways) and then I realized -WAIT- she is our older brother's little sister. Karen is someone's little sister. Now that is weird. I always think of myself as being my younger brother's older sister but never as being Karen's little sister. When you start thinking in terms of who was the little and who was the big in a family of 4 kids who are now adults, it's pretty funny. Now, I think more in terms of who was first, middle, and last and we fit in those roles perfectly.
Karen and I are the two middles. We are kids number 2 and 3, our lucky numbers. Even though we are our lucky numbers, we have the worst luck ever. That, of course, makes us laugh to no end.
We had grand daydreams of a big birthday celebration this year. As our luck would have it, we are still us. Well, really, I think that is pretty lucky. I love us. I'd rather be us than other people. I mean our luck is still ours. Karen is very busy being a lawyer in court today and on Monday my husband broke his foot at work and has to be at the doctor this morning. I will save that story for another post because I need to be in denial about it for a while. So in the mean time I am baking up a sugar storm of delicious treats to take to Karen when she is done being a bad ass in the courtroom. We will celebrate her birth with mix tapes I'm about to make (ok, CDs), Buttercake bars, and dreams of our trip to Europe while sitting on the floor of her office with travel books later in the week. That sounds so good to me! I dream of days like that. We middle seesters are made happiest by the simplest things. I can't wait to show my big sister my new passport!
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