Today is my little sister’s 33rd birthday. I’m quite a bit older than she is, but it feels like just yesterday I was gingerly holding her for the first time. We’ll have cake and ice cream at my Mom’s house later this evening and I’ll of course secretly cry because I miss my “baby sister.” She’s grown into a beautiful young woman and a wonderful mother. (And I feel old).
The personal blog of a girl named Alexa