I have been told that I didn't much care for you when you were born. Being under the age of 2 at the time, I have no memory of this, but given that fact that I scribbled your face out of every picture of us together during that time....it may have been true.
I hear stories that we were constantly fighting and always at each other's throats, but I don't remember that either. Sure, I shoved you off the dog house onto a cement trawl and you had to go get stitches.....I made you eat bird poop off the top of the swing set, and rabbit poop, and the meaty strands in "Kibbles n'Bits", but I don't remember ever not liking you. You always felt like my other half, and for 30 years I have considered you one of my best friends, and I am very glad that you were born.
Thank you for 30 years of adventures. Thank you for choosing a wonderful wife and bringing a beautiful little girl into the world. The three of you make my heart full and happy.
I love you.
Love,
Sis
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