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Happy Naomi Day!

Growing up, February 14th was an awesome day at our house. It meant CAKE and chips and ice cream (because my little sister loved all those things) and it was her birthday. I don't ever remember her not being there, even though I am older (2 years and 2 months, to be exact).  We shared a room for at least 15 years, maybe more, and attended the same high school, though we parted ways at the front door and didn't normally speak to each other until after band practice when we waited for Dad to pick us up...which was how many of our classmates figured out we were related. We used to laugh that if we could only afford someone with a hidden video camera, we would definitely win America's Most Funniest Videos for all the facial reactions people had upon discovering we were related. Her hair is a lot darker now, but in your elementary school years it was very blond. It darkened as we aged, but her baby blue eyes are just as sparkly as ever. And she has Mom's tall, lanky frame (as opposed to me with Dad's short, sturdy frame) so we really don't resemble each other a whole lot in looks.
And as a teenager, I didn't think we resembled each other in personality, either. But now that we are adults, I realize just how much we are alike, how much we have in common.  I will never be the fashionista that she is, nor have her gracefulness in dealing with children and difficult situations (she teaches first grade), but I do think we're a lot alike in many of our viewpoints and heart's desires.

So Happy Birthday, sis, and may "your party" at school today be totally fun. :)

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