She rocked my newborn babe to sleep when I was too exhausted
She flew cross-country and showed up on my doorstep as a surprise
She cooks me comfort foods like only a sister can
She helped me feel beautiful on my wedding day
She was my sidekick on midnight drives with the sunroof open
She endured endless euchre games and hours of Barbies
She took the bottom bunk
She forgives me for the many moments I may have left her out, as big sisters sometimes do
She gets teary each time we leave one another
She trusts me with her secrets—and her dreams
She believes in me sometimes more than I do myself
She gives me grace
She is my sister, my life blood, my best friend.
Happy birthday, Kiki. I love you so.