Her hair is blonde, my hair is dark brown.

Her eyes are light blue, mine are a mixture of gray, blue, and green, and very dark.

She loves all sorts of American foods, I love all the crazy, ethnic stuff.

Her style is practical and sensible, my style just makes less sense.

The only thing we have in common is the nearsightedness we inherited from our mom, and our love of animals.

But she still put her arms around me in a restaurant just a few weeks ago and immediately decided that I was running a fever and began making a fuss over me.  She still hugs me tight and doesn’t let go first.  When tragedies have happened in my life, it breaks her heart if she can’t get to me to give me a hug and tell me everything’s going to be alright.  She still insisted on driving me the airport when we were back in NC last, in spite of having a very busy life.  She loves being a big sister to me and has great maternal instincts.  She also insists on being right about everything which drives me up a damn wall.  She’s also the only sister I’ve got.

We’re as different as night and day but are happy that we share the same genes.

I couldn’t be any more proud to have a sister like her.

Happy Birthday Kimberly Diane!  I love you!  (But you’ll still be 40 before me!)

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