It’s my sister’s 40th birthday. It seems like only yesterday that we were both wearing matching “Winnie The Pooh” sweaters and getting our picture taken together.
Most folks thought we were twins. I was 5 years old. My sister was 4.
That was so long ago.
I had long brown hair and my uncle Dave called me “Hippie.”
My uncle Tom called my sister “Chele Belle” which she hated.
36 years later, my sister is a grandmother.