Happy Birthday, Becky

My dear little sister, Becky, who is eternally 14 in my mind, turned 22 yesterday. Isn't she gorgeous? I think she's one of the most beautiful people I've seen (but don't tell her I told you.)

She's got a great guy now, and a Gerber baby but she's still my little sister.

She's always had her own style and sense of what looks good (and she's usually right, in my not so humble opinion). There was one summer when I think she cut her hair every day. She's not afraid to express her opinion or to tell you you're wrong. She's the one who had the guts to wear tennis shoes to the homecoming dance, even though I threatened to wear them at my wedding (and chickened out at the last minute, of course).

She's the sister (there are three of us and a big brother) with the tender heart. She's the generous one, the one who can make you laugh until milk (or Sprite) comes out your nose, the one who listens and doesn't tell secrets (I'm looking at you, Patti). Her Christmas presents are legendary. I don't think she'll ever top the oft-remembered "burp in a cup" she gave to my brother a few years back.

My family is blessed to have her in it.

I love you, Becky! Hope you had a great birthday (and many moooore!)

Becky and I, at our nephew Alex's dedication, December 2005