Her name's Robyn and she's pretty freakin cool.
She was 12 when I was born, making her practically out of my generation. Lucky for me, she didn't see it that way. I was 6 when she flew the coop and moved away for college. That basically means that my memories of us sharing a house are limited, but thats ok, because she made sure we made even better memories.
Memories like taking me to the New Kids on the Block concert in Pullman. ( I've mentioned this before, but lets revisit that memory. I honestly thought she spent thousands of dollars to take me to this concert, as it was my absolute favorite band.in.the.world.ever.ever.ever. )
Memories like flying me down to Arizona every single year for my birthday.
Memories like taking me to Mexico for my 19th bday. ( we won't revisit that memory for the sake of my mother)
Memories of moving back to Clarkston *gasp* and having a baby *choking on gasp*.
We've been through a lot as sisters, and I can honestly say living apart for 80% of ours lives has not affected our relationship one bit.
Today's her birthday. And I've already started out by posting a pic on FB of her when she was probably 18-19, and she probably got the exact same look on her face when she saw it on her timeline this morning.
Happy Birthday to one of my most favorite human beings that has and will ever roam the Earth.