What can I even say about this girl?
Every once in an epic while, there is born a girl who is the type of person who would be immortalized in myth if she were born in any other era than this one, where our ideas of myths are urban legends and we reboot superhero movies every three years.
I know it seems overdramatic, but seriously, living with this girl is like watching a movie character go about her day. She's more beautiful than I am comfortable admitting. Those of you who are jealous of her have every right, because she should have flaming dog crap on her front porch every night, placed there by us uglier chicas who can't handle someone like her existing.
And as gorgeous as she is, she is equally hilarious. She has the personality of a fat girl, as we say, which means during her geeky years her wit developed to make up for her braces, her bob, and her funny little eyebrows.
She's a kid at heart, too. She'd rather eat macaroni and cheese than chicken alfredo. She'd rather play with chalk and jump ropes than go on a serious date. Easter candy hunts are to be planned and executed properly. Christmas is counted down to from May.
It would be unnerving living with her, but as sharp as her tongue can be, she is equally giving and kind. She works with Special Ed kids for a living, and she loves them like they were her own siblings. She has a way with kids, with animals, with strangers.
I was a bossy older sister. Okay, I am a bossy older sister. When Hannah was born, I was furious that we didn't name her Lisa. I told her what her favorite color should be, which Disney princess she could like, how to eat her watermelon properly. It stemmed from being protective, and though I've gotten less bossy, I still hover over her like a crazy person: Are you okay? What's wrong? How was work? What should we do? How are you? What what what? It's still protective.
But don't ever think that she grew up in my shadow. She is a force to be reckoned with. And I think with Jeff, she's finally found her match.
Happy birthday, little sis. I wish that it would finally rain Skittles, like you've always wanted it to. I wish that you could eat all the dino nuggets and never gain weight. I wish that your skinny little chicken legs will always look good in leggings. I wish that Katy Perry would strip for your bachelorette party some day. I wish they would make a Barbie out of your looks and a sitcom out of your wit.
Good luck, little lady. Now you're a twenty-something with me.
Happy birthday, NANA!
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