Dear Baby Sister,
I remember the day you were born. It was a brisk November afternoon in Miami. I can recall the exact moment that I saw the door to my second grade classroom at Beth Am open. Dad was in the doorway. Our eyes met and we smiled. I just knew.
It was love at first sight. Your face was angelic; your eyes were like raindrops. I held you in my arms and felt more grateful than I ever had before. In my eight years of life, I had gotten everything I asked for, but you were by far the best present yet.
You are and have always been one of a kind. You are a beautiful, kind, and caring individual.
We are night and day. I'm classic; you're modern. I'm pink and green; you're black and brown. I'm a writer; you're an artist. We only coordinate in photos when I beg you to wear Lilly.
You are my sounding board, my source of laughter, and my best friend. I couldn't think of a more perfect addition to our family.
Know that on this day, the sixteenth anniversary of your birth, your big sister loves you more than life itself. You are the most precious thing in my life.
It's sixteen years later, and you're still the best gift mom and dad have ever given me.
I love you,