To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. ~Clara Ortega
No matter what, I am always your little sister. Happy Birthday, Jay.
P.S. I never bothered to tell you this (or anyone for the matter) but this blog is mainly for you. It's for you to know that your little sister is doing well. :)