One of my favorite things about her is that we are friends. When we were young, we fought like crazy. We shared bedrooms and earrings and barbie clothes and the back seat of the family car. Now we share parenting tips and funny stories and encouragement and if you'd asked me when I was 15 and she was 14 if we'd ever share a hotel room willingly, I'd have said no way.
I'm so glad my 15 year old self has nothing to say about how my grown up self behaves. Some of my best memories revolve around us and our younger sister at our yearly weekend beach vacation!
Happy Birthday Amy!
And yes, this blog post is partly because I might forget to call after work....but you'll know I was thinking about you first thing this morning!