I became a big brother.
And the little girl who used to frustrate me to NO END by leaving wet towels on the floor and dirty cereal bowls in front of the TV and Barbie dolls in unmatched outfits (Can someone explain to me again why my parents were surprised to find out I was gay?) has grown up to be the coolest sister, mommy, wife, homemaker, financial negotiator, community leader and best friend anyone could ask for.
Happy birthday, little sister. I’m proud of you and I love you.