My sister Sarah and I are about as different as two people can be. Oh, on fundamental and Very Important Things, we think alike, but that's about it. She says black and I say white. In a good-natured, but never-the-less, serious sort of way. We love to laugh at ourselves.
While I'm a romantic and dreamer, she's practical almost to a fault and I'm simply convinced that she comes from the sturdy, pioneer-stock, side of the family.
She loves working in her vegetable garden, while I love my roses and flower gardens. She thinks that everything you own has to serve a practical purpose, while I think sometimes an object is worth owning just for beauty's sake. Sometimes we don't understand why the other likes what she does...but we always have fun.
I don't know what I would do without her. She is my kindred spirit; my best friend. We share a love for all things vintage and we both adore old movies. We can talk and laugh until the wee hours of the morning, and there is nothing we like better after a long hard day's worth of work, than to sit together, with the house all dark and quiet and everyone else asleep, and watch an old movie and knit.
I guess all I'm trying to say, Sarah, is...I love you. I know this is a few days late, but I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, and year, just the same.
And, Emma...I was so delighted to find that you shared a birthday with my sister. You are such a sweet girl...someone I consider a friend, though we've never met. Many blessings!