I was a precocious four-year-old when she was born, and according to our mother upon my first look in the bassinet I said accusingly, "That's a playmate?!!!"
My mother should have shaken some sense into me (metaphorically, not practically), but she couldn't. She was an only child and had absolutely no personal knowledge about the gift they'd given me. She could only imagine.
I know I've put this picture up on this site before, but this time it's for my sister. She's the smallest one to the right at the party. Isn't she cute?
Happy happy birthday to my sister... who is not only my sister, but also a beautiful wise woman and a very good friend.
Now... dance!!! (This is the song that usually blasted from the stereo in the morning when my kids woke up on their birthdays. It just seemed to set the right mood; get up and boogie with joy that it's your own special day.)