Today is 12-12-12. Thirty years ago my little sister Perry was born.
A few things I’ve been meaning to tell you over the years:
1. Remember when I sold you all that stuff in my “room sale” when we were little? It should have been called a “junk sale” for full disclosure.
2. Remember when I had just turned 16 and I got pulled over by the policeman on the way to school? I’m sorry for threatening you into crying so maybe he’d feel bad for us and be lenient.
3. Remember when I threw your notebook out the car window in Ireland? That was funny. Maybe not to you, but even Dad thought it was funny and he’s the one that had to turn the car around to go back and get it. Oh, and I’m sorry.
4. Remember when Swen and I joked that “you were a test tube baby and the experiment failed“? We didn’t even know what a test tube baby was, but it sounded so great at the time.
5. Remember when I berated you for putting your “germy” hands into my cereal box? It’s not you, it’s me.
Other than those five things I’m pretty sure I was the epitome of a big sister haha. I’m so proud of you. You are an amazing sister, daughter, wife, friend, and aunt. Not only are you sweet, humble and smart but:
You are always stunning.
You are always sophisticated.
You are always spontaneous.
You are always generous and compassionate.
You are always full of creativity.
You are always the bravest.
You are always the funniest.
You always have the best attitude.
You are the best role model and aunt:
You have amazing talent.
But never forget that:
I’ll always have had a better mullet than you…….
…..and I’ll always be taller than you.
Happy 30th birthday Perry!
I love you,
A little note about the ice cream photo: My dad was always in the photography business. One day my dad took Perry to the big photography warehouse. She was walking around with her blankie and an ice cream cone. My dad wanted to test out some new camera equipment/backdrops so he told Perry to get up onto the platform and smile. Then he had her start smearing ice cream all over her face. This photo was the result. She came home a complete mess. My mom said it was a brand new cabbage patch shirt. Yeah, not anymore!
As kids we loved going to my dad’s big warehouse. I would bring my rollerskates and it was like my own private skating rink. He would let us play in the office supply room and use whatever we wanted: stamps, plain envelopes, etc.
He was always using us kids as models. Maybe because we were cute or maybe because it was free. Probably because it was free. So in the early 1980’s, if you were walking into a Wal-Mart you might have seen one of us in the advertising photos at the front door. My brother with his cute little bowl cut was one of the photos I remember seeing the most often. I don’t think they ended up using the ice cream photo.