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.

Wow.