I may have felt like this when you first came home,
(and maybe once or twice more throughout the years), but for most of the last 27 years I've felt lucky to have you as my sister. I got to dress you up...
and find 99% of the Easter eggs because I was taller and faster (especially without a giant, saggy diaper slowing me down - holy moly, what's going on there!?).
We fought and drove each other crazy, but now you're the first person I call when I have news or need to talk. You're my best friend.
Happy Birthday, T-Tay!