Baby Girl

That used to be my little sister's favorite song. "Dear mom and dad please send money. I'm so broke it ain't funny." She used to play that song on a little, pink Barbie radio that held 1 CD. It was Sugarland and Avril Lavigne for Jenny.

That's who this blog is for. In 10 minutes my little sister won't seem as little. She'll be 16 years old. She will get to celebrate the one day every year where she is only 2 years younger than me.

It's pretty cool having our birthdays so close to each other. Hell, it makes remembering her birthday a cinch. We're diamond birthdays.

If I had to describe us we're probably the most roughed up diamonds you can find. We're rough around the edges and a bit hardened, but at our core is the same shining qualities any other diamond possesses. We're quite a dynamic pair who can, and have, fought like enemies. At the end of the day though, she's one of the few people who really get me.

Today Greg told me that he thought I'm probably more like my mom than my dad. (I agree in a lot of respects.) Then he asked who Jenny was more like.

That question stumped me.

Jenny isn't really like anyone and at the same time she's like us all.

She shares my mom's love of reading.

She shares my dad's stubbornness.

She shares my athleticism. (I'll still beat her in a race though.)

And then in a lot of ways she isn't like any of us.

She's outgoing as hell and could make friends in a room full of strangers. Actually I'll take it to another level; Jenny could make friends in a room full of psychopathic strangers. She's just that kind of girl. She has a way about her where people just gravitate to her. She's fun to be around.

My sister has been through a lot in 16 years. She's seen a lot of bad and she's done a lot of good. I like to think she still looks up to me from time to time.

At 18, almost 19 years old, I look up to my little sister in a lot of ways. I'm also her biggest fan.

She's so full of life and at the same time she loves nothing more than curling up on the couch with a full package of Oreos and not getting up until they're gone.

She's a conundrum of a person.

I've tried my hardest to let her live her own life and make her own mistakes. I don't pry, I only ask from time to time how she's doing and where she's at in life.

She's in a good place. She's doing well for herself.

Don't get me wrong, she can be a bitch, but I love her just the same.

I hope that this birthday and all of her birthdays yet to come are, for lack of a better term, "sweet."

Love you Jennifer Nicole.

NP: Baby Girl- Sugarland