Oh, dearest little sister
You are more rough & tumble than any mister I have met,
more loyal than any pup,
and more selfless than some saints.
I admire your ability to show up anywhere 10 minutes early,
love your family and friends so wholly,
and still be able to fire a softball from deep center to home.
You are my wildflower, firecracker and hippie soul all rolled into a beautiful ball of eyelashes, cheeks and the most luscious mane the PNW has ever seen — even including the horses in Enumclaw.
I think of you often and love you across these American states everyday
— especially on September 9th, your birthday.
Wishing you the happiest of birthdays your 26 years have seen and sending you armfuls of love too. I love you, my dearest big little sister. Cheers to another round!
little big sister