eggwards | Feb. 14th, 2003

Luckily for me, Valentine's day has only meant one thing. My sister's birthday.

Laura, When you came upon the scene I hated you're crying. I lamented the perceived loss of toys at Christmas, since Mom, Dad and the grandparents had to split the gifts between us. The formerly only child's lament. I tried to touch you across the invisible line in the car. I would work to break into the bathroom at odd and embarrassing moments, and I would make your barbies do wild and kinky things in their dream house and the RV, much to Dad's lament.

Then we grew up.

Now you are my friend and confidant. We've both come to realize that out of the four of us, Mom, Dad and you and me, you're the sane one. You're the one who's dreams have most matched her life. You design and build. You're muse is infused with science and math, subjects I never understood. You design hospitals, where people don't want to go, but feel better for having been there. One day, you'll move on to designing other structures, and I look forward to seeing them.

You've built a life for yourself. You have a better relationship with Dad than I ever will, and unfortunately, I got Mom. (and I'll now steal someone else's' *thunderclap* here, because in some way it fits). I hate that she keeps you away from coming here more often.

You're the reason I like Duran Duran. I'm the reason you like Barenaked Ladies. I could go on. Amazing that our tastes turned out so much the same. You'd think we'd have tried to be a little more different.

Happy Birthday Laura.