Today is my “baby” sister Sal’s birthday–because I love her (and because she’s nine years younger than I am) I won’t tell you her age.
Sally is a beautiful woman, inside and out, and a great travelin’ buddy. We visited London and Paris last year, and Prague this year. Next March, we’re going to Barcelona (sunshine and warmth) and wherever else we can travel from there via train or bus. We are adventurous! Prague was beyond beautiful, and we had so much fun–you should have seen her face when we ordered lunch at an outdoor cafe near the city’s famous clock and her trout came with the head still on! She tried to cope–draped her napkin over the fish head so it wouldn’t stare at her and forked in back by the tail. The effort failed, but she gave it the old college try.
As a little girl, Sally had golden hair and huge blue eyes. I was so proud of her that once, during a church program, overhearing the women in the next pew commenting on how cute she was, I blurted out, “That’s my sister!”
After all these years, I still feel that way.
I want to tell the world.
That’s my sister.