Today is my little sister’s birthday. She is now 52 years old. Joanne is eight years younger than me, which gave me the chance to cultivate my innate mothering nature as her big sister. I don’t remember much about our childhood. But I do remember that she was sweet and cute and I was always proud of her.
Today I am still proud of my little sister. She’s had some serious battles to fight over the last 20+ years. I don’t know anyone who can be in battle so much and for so long and still smile, say good things about everyone and find a blessing in each day.
She’s pretty, she’s healthy, she’s strong. And she’s a blessing to all who come in contact with her.
Happy Birthday, Joanne. I love you, little sis.
