sisterly love
In many ways, my sister and I are the same. We are strong. We are funny. We are smart. We are mature... sort of. Despite these similarities, or perhaps in spite of them, we are close while being apart in a way that I think only sisters can be.
While we grew up together, our age and character differences were such that we grew apart. Our paths were superficially similar but, ultimately, quite divergent mainly because we've never seen the same things the same way. When I open the box, Schrodinger's cat is thin and black and alive. When she lifts the box, the cat is... wait, who the hell is Schrodinger and why has he left his poor hungry, cat in a radioactive box with acid!?
We've also faced different challenges. From my perspective, her path was more hilly than mine. Nonetheless, we've emerged in similar places and spaces. I appreciate that her strength of character and determination and generosity and kindness got her to where she is now. And I'm proud of her.
Today, on her birthday, I'm thinking of her. Somehow, I remember her childhood birthday parties more than my own. I won't be there for this year's party in person, but I'll be there in spirit. Unfortunately, spirits can't eat yummy birthday food. But they can't get hives either (which made one of her birthdays particularly memorable, in a very itchy way). In any case, I'm sure that Houston will take care of all her light house cleaning, including any omit oil that may be spilled.
Happy birthday, Kathryn! xox
