Clearly, today is your birthday. If it wasn't, I wouldn't be writing you a birthday letter. Unless it was belated. Which it is not. Which makes me a good seester. But this is about you . . .
You are my favorite eldest sister. You are the "beautiful one" by self-declaration, the "creative one" by general consensus, and the "beloved one" by me. You are an amazing mom, cook, blogger, and Christian. Did I mention sister? Oh, yeah, you're pretty good at that too - just ask Hannah if you need a second opinion.
I'm glad I've got a sister who can talk to me about everything and nothing. Someone who calls me just so she has someone to chat with during her late night grocery runs. Someone who doesn't mind that I'm reading her Martha Stewart Living while she's telling me the price of barbecue sauce. I'm glad that every time my sister comes for a visit she makes sure she crawls in bed with me at least one night and whispers with me long after everyone else has zonked out. I'm glad for our deep conversations we have hiding in the bathroom at her house because there's no where else we can quietly talk after everyone's asleep once again. I'm glad I have a sister who has for some reason not given up nor been discouraged by my lack of home-making skills but continues to send me the easy recipes she knows I might be able to pull off. I'm glad I have a sister who's brutally honest about what she thinks of my hair or clothes or anything, because I never have to wonder what she's thinking or if she's not telling me the truth. I'm glad I have a sister to ask weird questions and go to when no one else would get it or want to.
So Happy Birthday, dear seester. I love you dearly! You are a wonderful older sister and I'm so thankful for you!
the leetle seester