There’s just something about a sister.
My one and only sister Margie turns 73 today, and it’s safe to say that I can’t imagine walking the planet without her. She’s been in my corner from day one. Literally. When I was born prematurely, and it was uncertain that I would survive, she got on her little 8 year-old knees and prayed that I would stick around, and she’s stuck with me ever since.
We couldn’t be more different - her style is fancy, mine is simple; I tend to swear, she tries not to; I love to push myself when I exercise, she has to push herself to exercise in the first place; she’s a republican, ummmm...I’m not.
Different though we may be, we couldn’t be closer, more committed or connected, and her influence has profoundly shaped my life in so many ways.
Because of her, my faith is central to who I am and what I stand for.
Because of her, I’ve learned to make friends with the truth, no matter how inconvenient.
Because of her, I understand the importance of creating margins in my life.
Because of her, I am (slowly) learning to laugh at myself and my many foibles.
Because of her, I set the table the day before the party.
Because of her, my daughters have a place other than me to go to for wisdom and insight.
Because of her, I know what it is to have a safe place to tell the truth.
Because of her, I know that laughter is some of the best good medicine.
And, because of her, I know what it is like to have someone walk by my side, come what may.
Happy Birthday M.
Our world and my heart are better because of you.
