Happy 23rd, #1

Hello dear friends.  Today is my #1's twenty-third birthday.  It doesn't seem possible.  And I still waiting to lose my baby weight!

As many of you know, my # 1 is living in Texas.  She considers it home, since she spent more than half of her life there.  Today's post is dedicated to my #1 girl.   

Happy birthday to my #1 girl

Who's hair could never hold a curl.

But she's got a smile that could light up a room

She makes me happy when I'm caught up in gloom.

And oh how time flies!

Cause for me to shed some tears and some sighs.

Can't believe you're twenty-three

With a real job and bachelorette pad.

Can it be?

Dad and I are so proud

That much is true!

The other thing is that

We love you!

 ******

And now a letter to the birthday girl from her little sister.

Happy Birthday Mere, just wanted to remind you of a few of your more shining moments of your first 23 years… since you may’ve forgotten in your old age.

Remember when it was Halloween night, we were moving, and you were dressed up as a cheerleader? You were making a pyramid in the corner of the room and I thought, “How sweet, she wants to play horsey with me.” So, naturally, I hopped on. Seconds into my ride you bucked me off and I got stitches because of it – dad also got interrogated by the hospital about his parenting methods. Mom was at Homegoods.

Remember when we were sitting in the kitchen, both scarfing down surprise pieces of red velvet cake when you decided it would be fun and playful to stick your finger in my icing? Needless to say, someone ended up with more than just my icing but a boot and broken toe as well.

Remember when we started our own band? We had one hit: Avril Lavigne’s Sk8r Boi. I was the lead singer. We didn’t last long.

Remember when we were the queens of the cul-de-sac and got yelled at for making our own fort? We were trying to contort the branches and in the process deforested the small island in the middle of the street.

Remember when you triple dog dared me to dive head-first into the wave when vacationing in Mexico? Yeah, I did it. And I lost my glasses to the Gulf in the process. Note: I am near legally blind without glasses and they were my only pair. The rest is a bit of a blur.

Remember when you surprised the family with peanut butter balls? You used about 1 ¾ cups of Crisco to make them easier to work with. Our colons still carry those with us to this day.

Remember when we were staying at a hotel and you took control of the remote? Somehow we ended up watching people looking like they were hurting each other. Remember mom walking into the room because she heard moaning and the look on her face when she saw what we were watching? Classic.

Remember when we started our own club? The Cool Cat Club; I was voted President, you were my noble VP. All I remember is fearing assassination.

Remember when you played the flute and practiced it everyday? Yeah, me neither.

Well, the first twenty-three have been real, they’ve been fun, I can even venture to say they’ve been real fun on occasion. Keep setting the world on fire, Mere. I love you more than all these silly words. Let’s "play it by year" and stay "observetant" this 2015. Happy Birthday, Nugget. 

- #2

Happy January "tird" as my #1 used to say!