I feel guilty writing this being so tired and with such little time to do so. Today is a VERY important day. Today is my sister's birthday! And holy hell do I love her. So much. Happy Birthday Mindy, Martina, and Martin!
I wish I could have been around on the day that Mindy was born. You know, as an adult. To really experience and remember that day. I celebrate her birthday now for many reasons but sometimes since she's my older sister, I forget about her being a little baby girl. I wish I could see her chubby cheeks and baby scowl. I wish I could eat her up. I forget about her being the most important person my mom and dad ever made. She was the first baby for two high school sweethearts, the first grandchild on both sides, the first great-grandchild on both sides, the first Grace, my grandpa's first cowgirl, the first of five Hitchcock's, the first Mindy. The one and only. I bet that day was so full of happiness and love that it has yet to be rivaled.
I could go on and on and on about our trips, adventures, stories and mishaps. Those are good memories. I could talk about this little shit who has become the love of my life:
But he's not going anywhere. And this is HER day.
I guess in addition to all our inside jokes, and her ability to make me laugh so hard I have to beg her to stop talking, I can say I am the luckiest little sister in the world because...
She has talked me off many ledges.
She has given me courage when I didn't have any.
She has given me advice knowing I needed it but probably wouldn't take it.
She helped me raise the most amazing daughter ever. AND she gave me the most amazing nephew ever.
She tells me when I am wrong.
She laughs at my jokes.
She worries about me and can tell when I am blue.
I can tell her anything.
She has taken care of me and our little brother and sisters.
She makes me eat. She lets me sleep.
She's got my back. She once told a girl that was making fun of me, "Laugh one more time and I'm going to come over and kick that smile off your f*c$!^@ face."
She has known me my whole entire life. I can honestly say that nothing I have done has made her love me less. And I've done a lot, I repeat, a lot of shitty things.
She's stood by me when no one else would. She's my sister and my best friend. And I swear to you, I feel like she loves me more than anyone in the world does. And she just might.
So Mind, here we are. You, sis, have never been more beautiful than you are today; you are shining brighter now than I've ever seen you. You are an amazing mother, wife, sister, aunt, and friend.
Happy Birthday! We shall celebrate over a martini soon, I promise.