Little sister!

I can't start this day without recognizing this is the day, my little sister was born. 17 years ago, my sister was born. I have to laugh, to call her my little sister. She is probably 5, 6 inches taller than me.



She was born when I was 10, and then I moved down to southern Maine when she was 10. Unfortunately I didn't get to spend a lot of time with her through most of her teenage years. I have taken her surfing, and she went with us to Salem last year. I have visited her in the summer. I call, and I have written, but being a teenager can be pretty busy. So we haven't stayed connected that well. I wish I could spend more time with her.
She likes to cook, is looking for a job, runs a treadmill every morning, and likes to hike. She has some piercings, hasn't gotten her driver's license yet, and graduates next year. She has mentioned she wants to get tattoos and I just hope she thinks about what she really wants on her forever, and she finds a good tattoo artist. I have thought about taking her with me, when I get one done. She will be 18 next year, and could do as she wants. I have seen some really awesome tattoos, and really awful tattoos. She is my sister, I want to see her get some awesome work done. I got off on a tangent. Any ways!

Happy Birthday to my little sister!!!