Happy Birthday, Evan!

Today is my oldest younger sister's birthday. That sounds more complicated than it is unless of course, you grew up in a large, Irish Catholic family where none of how we track birthdays and refer to one another is the least bit unusual.

I'm quite pleased with remembering it as I have in the past often lost track of the date and offer apologies instead of congratulations but, as always I have an excuse for when that happens as I, myself, was so young when she was born. Of course, I must concede that she was even younger and has remembered it just fine, thank you.

When we were very small (heads at about the height that whacked dining room tables when you cut corners too closely as you ran around the house) I used to call her "Boss in charge of the Dog." I don't think I ever actually did that in front of the dog or better phrased, dogs, as, from the earliest age, she was an animal lover while I only liked them at mealtime.

I've wracked my brain trying to remember the name of the horse she had while we all lived in the house on Blackwell Mills Road. In all candor, I'm more than a little impressed I can remember the name of the road. Assuming I actually have or did, which may not be as true as I'd like it to be, I'm confident she knows the name of that horse as well as any and all of the names she had good reason to call me growing up.

She has a lot on her plate these days but more wishes than worries, hopefully, to allow her to sail through the holiday season and into the New Year. Where and I have my fingers crossed, even better days await. Happy Birthday, Evan!

-bill kenny