it's my little sister's birthday today and she's turning older than i feel she should be allowed to turn because i still picture her as being at that age where she toddles around asking "why?" and taking baths in the kitchen sink and falling down the basement stairs in her walker. [i actually can't remember if it was me or her or tj who fell down the basement stairs in the walker.]
at eighteen, of course i don't think she should take baths in the kitchen sink anymore, but am a little indignant that she all of a sudden grew out of the sink phase without really giving anyone a heads up.
the point is not that.
the point is happy birthday ceese. i love you and think you're dapper.