(Back in the day, we'd celebrate birthdays on the ski hill.)
My sister Candace is 29 today. The REAL 29.
She was born the day before me---2 years later. Growing up it was torture.
Historically, between the years of 1 and on, we would get the same thing(s) just different colors. The torturous part was watching her open her presents knowing that the next day I would open a pink or purple one. Seems so silly now. It's been 12+ years since we celebrated together. Miles and states keep us apart. One of these days we'll have to meet up and share cake and a ski run. We must!
I love you!