This my sister Jackie, who turns 22 today. Five minutes after the second picture was taken, I spilled a grande nonfat mocha from Starbucks all over that white coat she is wearing. Thank you, thank you. She took it like a champ, all things considered.

I could tell you the reasons I love her, the reasons she’s my best dearest friend: brains and style and a sense of physical comedy that would bust a gut in Lucille Ball herself. She is always up for iced coffee. She can talk to anyone at all. There is no one else in the world who knows my heart like she does, whose life has run so closely next to mine. She’s my backbone and my cheerleader and half of my soul, and if my hair is looking stupid she is the first person to let me know. What do people do, who don’t have sisters? They must have to carry little mirrors in their purses all the time.

I MEAN….Happy birthday, J. I pretty much dig you. I have something to send you, but I’m afraid your shifty mailman is going to steal it.