That was the day that my little sister was born. I don't remember it but I don't imagine that I was too happy. You see, I was an only child, only grand child, only neice, etc on BOTH sides of my family. So having a new baby in the family, I am sure took away from me. The arrival of the interloper started that wonderful tradition of matching outfits (especially at Easter time), of it always being Debbi and Cheryl, of take your sister with you when you ...go to the park (don't let her fall in the manhole) (or through the hole in the fence down the hill toward the railroad tracks) of don't let her climb on your uncle's trailer and get her foot caught, of why weren't you watching her when she landed on the bee, of where were you when she broke her arm at YMCA camp...... do anything. Then as we got older, she was the one that stood out more - so suddenly I became Cheryl's sister....as in OH you're Cheryl's sister from the teachers in school, from friend's parents etc. How did that happen? I was here first, I was the oldest, it should have been OH you're Debbi's little sister - not the other way around.
But as my sister hits the middle of her forties and starts toward the big 50, I want to wish her the very bestest Birthday that there can be from her older but younger looking big sister!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERYL and MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY!!!!!!!