Laura is celebrating her 24th birthday today. She was born 3 years and 2 weeks after me, and we’ve been sisters ever since.

We fought and cried quite a bit when we were little. My knee once made contact with her front teeth. By “made contact” I mean, I hit her so hard, the teeth fell out. She dropped a tiny ceramic duck I had. By dropped, I mean she threw it at the tv. We fought over covers, who was going to stay longest in the pool, who got the bigger cookie, who got to sit in the front seat of the car.

Ah, good times.

At my parents house, her and I are still usually in tears, but now it’s because we make eachother laugh so hard. Thankfully, our husbands get us both (at least they seem to) and get along as well.

She married her perfect match, Josh Pomeroy, and they’re currently living adventerously in Indiana. (Josh is quite the cutie-patootie.)

Our family is horrible at keeping in touch so I really miss out on the day to day stuff. (I’m just as much to blame.)

Laura, I’m so glad that we’re more than sisters. Thank you for your friendship.

So, now when are you going to come visit me? Oh, and by the way…..you’re more than welcome to provide our parents with their first grandchildren. I won’t try to fight you for “first” on that.