sister

Guess which one is me?

yep, it's me, "chins" right there in the middle of two of the most loving people in the world.

Tiffany, my dear sister celebrates her birthday today. She has always been a tough act to follow.

She was born with physical aptitude that neither my brother nor I were blessed with.

*auditions for Nutcracker, en pointe...check.

*slalom water skier...check.

*100 and 400 meter hurdler (record-holding)...check.

*volleyball spiker...check.

*viewmont vykettes...check.

you name it, she could do it.

It could be enough to really make a person angry and resentful if she wasn't so darn wonderful inside. In my ninth grade year, she took me to the track, (on my request) because I had asked her to help me see if I could get my body to fly over a hurdle in the way that she could. Knowing the basics about genetics, I thought it feasible that I may have received a similar set of track-star DNA. It didn't take long for me to realize that her long, lean legs had something that had eluded me during heavenly registration day.

Later, I stole her old volleyball shoes out of her closet hoping that I might be able to "vibe" off of them and actually serve the ball inside the court lines, rather than behind me. It was a no go. For a tall girl, my unusual skill set was a real mystery to the athletics staff at VHS.

Tiffany was an all-star then, and now. These days she performs the mom, wife, nurse, cook, daughter, and sister duties with the same excellence and grace as she did the talents listed above. Lately, and not surprisingly, she's got a mean game of badminton.

She is my very bestest sister in the whole world!

Happy Birthday!

I love you!