Today is my sister Jennifer's birthday. She is 1 year, 11 months and 23 days younger than me.
"But wouldn't it just be easier to say that your sister is 2 years younger than you?" you might ask.
No. No it wouldn't.
Why? Because she's ONLY 1 year, 11 months and 23 days younger than me. That's why. But really, it's not like I'm keeping track or anything.
You see, in high school and as young adults, everyone always thought Jennifer was older than me. I HATED THAT. Because everyone knows that when you're 17, you desperately want to look older - NOT YOUNGER!
Why was my 17 year old self so dumb?? What I wouldn't give now for people to think I'm younger than my (ahem) current 40 something age. Seventeen year old Val, what was your deal?!
Anyway, over the years, I have come to realize what my younger self could not. Looking younger than your age: GOOD. Looking older than your age: BAD. And now that my "little" sister and I are back in the same decade again, I have decided that I am not two years older than her. Because in my mind, we are basically the same age. Forty, forty-one, forty-two, etc......it's all the same. Right?
Wrong.
My sister has a different story to tell. And that is, that no matter how old she is - she is always YOUNGER than me.
Touche, lil sis, touche.
Well, at least for the next 8 days, I can say that I am only one year younger than her (today she turns 40 and I'm still ONLY 41.)
But next Friday, I'll be back to being 1 year, 11 months and 23 days older than her.
"But wouldn't it just be easier to say that your sister is 2 years younger than you?" you might ask.
No. No it wouldn't.
Why? Because she's ONLY 1 year, 11 months and 23 days younger than me. That's why. But really, it's not like I'm keeping track or anything.
You see, in high school and as young adults, everyone always thought Jennifer was older than me. I HATED THAT. Because everyone knows that when you're 17, you desperately want to look older - NOT YOUNGER!
Why was my 17 year old self so dumb?? What I wouldn't give now for people to think I'm younger than my (ahem) current 40 something age. Seventeen year old Val, what was your deal?!
Anyway, over the years, I have come to realize what my younger self could not. Looking younger than your age: GOOD. Looking older than your age: BAD. And now that my "little" sister and I are back in the same decade again, I have decided that I am not two years older than her. Because in my mind, we are basically the same age. Forty, forty-one, forty-two, etc......it's all the same. Right?
Wrong.
My sister has a different story to tell. And that is, that no matter how old she is - she is always YOUNGER than me.
Touche, lil sis, touche.
Well, at least for the next 8 days, I can say that I am only one year younger than her (today she turns 40 and I'm still ONLY 41.)
But next Friday, I'll be back to being 1 year, 11 months and 23 days older than her.
Mother's Day - 2009
Jennifer's baby shower at my house - November, 2008
Jennifer gave me a plaque last year after her baby shower
with this poem on it:
My Sister, My Friend
My sister was a playmate
I knew was always near
My sister was a protector
From every hurt or fear
We share a bond of closeness
We know will never end
We're here for one another
My sister, my best friend
You are too funny! I love that you count down to the days :)
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday to your sister!
My little sister (3 years younger) used to insist that she was actually older than me because her birthday fell 2 months before mine. It used to drive me batty. Now we laugh about it, and sometimes she still jokes around and tells me she's older than me. There's nothing like a sister. Happy Birthday to yours.
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