Yes–that’s right. My sister and I have a birthday one day apart.
But we are also 16 years apart.
SMACK!
Ouch!
That was my sister hitting me for revealing her age on this blog.
But having a big sister was a real blessing to me as a child. She taught me to read and she took me everywhere with her friends without much complaining. She’s got a heart for children and while never married and no children of her own to speak of, she has been a teacher for students with extremely special needs for decades.
She’s also been a primary caretaker for my parents who are now in their 80s and my mother has lots of health problems. So she’s truly someone who I think is a saint, much moreso than I’ll ever be.
In many ways, we are alike, but in some ways I wish I had a heart as big as hers. It’s 40 years and “little Michael” is still chasing his big sister, Kathy.
So Happy Birthday, Kathy…enjoy your day and know that you have a little brother who loves you and always has.