signed her letters with Xs and Os

Evie's 25th birthday is today. It's late and I am awake, thinking, making, and wasting the night. I have to work at 7 but my body doesn't want to sleep at all.

I can hardly remember them. Though I remember I loved them. I still come across times that I wonder who I would have been had they been around. Though I guess I shouldn't dwell on that. Mom has told me Evie loved to sing, but was tone deaf. She clogged, read Boxcar Children, and Babysitters Club, listened to Pam Tillis, Trisha Yearwood, and Seal. She played French Horn, let me sleep on the floor next to her bed when I couldn't sleep. She was my introduction to Girl Scouts and Camp Roundelay. My loverly, loverly sister.

I am grateful for the sisters I have come upon.The ones I met in kindergarten, and the sisters I have just begun to know. The one who shares a birthday with my genetic sister, and who has a special place in my heart. The sisters who have inauguration day lunch with me, the ones who are too too far away (if you ask me). And the sisters with whom I lack communication, but still love. I'm a lucky girl.