...and now she is 30 years old. Where do our lives go so fast? What became of that little girl in the picture? She's not a little girl anymore, but a beautiful butterfly. I remember mom giving me a birthday card several years ago and inside she had written something that aunt Louise had said. She wrote, "Louise always said that October people were the butterflies, they are just content to fly, carrying beauty on their wings and bringing no harm to anything." This little analogy has always made me feel special to be one of the "October people" like Louise, and how wonderful that I share this trait with my sister- who entered the world ten years and twelve days after me. This year we have just celebrated our 30th and 40th birthday's, and I just wanted to say this much about my only sister: I couldn't ask for a better friend. She is just like me in ways that I am so thrilled about. I can tell her anything and she still loves me, she is one of the only people in the world that I can be completely insane with. We have are own language, and I'm not talking about speaking each other's language as in that we somehow understand each other through some wierd telepathy- come on! Do you think that ever really happens? Heck no! I mean really our own language- that sounds like a cross between German and hispanic and includes words like Chachee and Tar. Angie was the first person to ever put true meaning behind the phrase "I like Cheez". Following in the footsteps of our brilliant father, both of us- lone females in a house full of men- have loved dressing up when an occassion called for it, such as the time when Angie put on a pair of plaid polyester pants (pulled clear up to next Tuesday; right above her rib cage) a red wig and very large prescription glasses and then went to our neighbors house and asked for directions just to see if they would take her seriously. They did, even though she was slummped forward and trying to look all dopey and she spoke to them with a slurred lisp. I hid in the bushes and laughed. This was just last year or something, so it's not like she was a kid doing this. She has never been shy. I love brave women who will do anything that I will do in order to embarrass someone (namely ourselves), and believe me, they come few and far between. Usually I am the only one in a crowd who will take on the dare unless Angie's in town. In that case it's probably a good thing niether of us drink because most of the time people don't believe we're sober when we're together. So here's to Ange-my BEAUTIFUL (really, she is so unbelievably beautiful), crazy, sensitive, magnetic, charming, warm, bright, graceful, charismatic, intelligent, talented, loving, entusiastic, perfect sister. You have blessed my life for 30 years. The day you were born is among the happiest in all my memories, and even higher on that list remains the day you and I became best friends. How I love you with all my heart and I thank you for bringing your magic into my life. I feel so blessed to have you and to be the only woman in the world who can truely call you sister. I love you. Happy 30th birthday!
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