I’ve just one sibling, my sister Lynn. She’s four years older than me. While the age difference seems insignificant now, when we were younger it meant she was the older sister I looked up to and idolized. She was a good big sister, in spite of the fact she once made me eat wadded up toilet paper, and another time she tried to drown me.
When I was in junior high people thought we were twins, which I found cool at the time. My sister, not so much. What teenager wants to be confused with her baby sister? Of course, Lynn got her revenge when we became adults and people would ask, which of you is older? Funny how perception changes when years go by.
Lynn and I were roommates during my first year in college. When she married I was her maid of honor, and when I married, she was my matron of honor.
Lynn is one of my best friends. And today is her birthday. I love you Lynnie; have a wonderful day!