Today is my sister’s birthday. She is younger than I am and definitely the watcher.  She has been watching since the day my mother scooped her up after a dog bite when she was four years old.  She watches me dive into things without a life preserver, she watches me dance on the edge of my universe and she watches me move from one life to another in a never ending string of transformations.

She is the “good one”.  She is the smart one. She is the shy one, the conformist and obeyer of rules.  She is the saver, the comparer of prices, the one who shops for Christmas gifts in September.  She has the smaller nose, the better eyes, and the curlier hair.  She has all the ailments, she’s had many operations, and she struggles with Diabetes and her weight.

She is the light of my life and I dance always for her.

Happy Birthday Terri