Thirty years ago, I was given one of the best gifts a girl could ever ask for—a baby sister.
Although I couldn't spell her name correctly at the time (I thought Lynnsey was the proper configuration of letters, but hey, I was eight, so cut me some slack), I adored her from the first moment I saw her.
Unlike her brown-eyed, pale-faced older sister, Lindsey was born with huge blue eyes, beautiful olive skin and a cleft in her chin just like our dad had.
Her face was fragile and bird-like, and despite her petite frame, she was never, ever shy about how she felt about things. To wit, her kindergarten picture revealed about the cutest-ever scowl, a look her mini-me Adelyn later adopted for her own preschool snapshot.
Yes, I was—and still am—a very proud sister. Despite an eight-year age difference, I've always been privileged to count Lindsey as a dear, dear friend. We've walked through so many exciting seasons of life together (graduations, travel, weddings, the birth of her two beautiful daughters and so much more), and I can't wait to see what's ahead for her—and her sweet, sweet family.
Knowing her, it's going to be awesome—and then some. Happy birthday, dear sister.
As a P.S., you've gotta meet the newest member of her family, little sweet pea Emerie Violet. She's seven weeks old now and so much fun. I just had a fabulous week of auntie time with Adelyn and Emerie, and they're both just as lovely and feisty as their Mama was.
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