Sheila at 60? Impossible. I was changing your diapers yesterday! That’s the benefit of being 8 years older than your little sister. The sisters at the ends of a two-brothers sandwich.
When you were two, we rolled into Skokie singing “We Ain’t Got a Barrel of Money.” Your repertoire expanded to include her favorites, “Honey Bun” and “All I Need Is The Girl,” as well as songs from all Broadway musicals, and everything from The Beatles.
Your heroes are Rachel Maddow and Jon Stewart. And if they knew you, you would be their hero. You march to the tune of your own drummer—and she wants to take you along. You are generous with time, kindness, thoughtfulness, energy, and love.
And you are an amazing hostess—you began by flipping burgers and hot dogs (yours are still the best!) and peeling 100-pound bags of potatoes for french fries, and you now excel at preparing opulent holiday dinners and parties. Hell – You ARE the party!
Dear Sheila, to borrow from Cameron Diaz (“In Her Shoes”) and e.e. Cummings, “I carry your heart in my heart.”
Hope you are always “Where the Sidewalk Ends.”
Love you, Sister. Happy 60!
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