|Since you can't drink on your birthday this year here is a picture of you drinking everyone's drink.|
Tomorrow the baby of the family turns 30 years old. How is that even possible?
Like seriously? How?
Over the last year or so I am constantly catching myself calling Phi, Elaine. I do it all the time and as Phi gets older I seem to do it more and more. I think it's because I can vividly remember Elaine at this age. With her stick straight hair and blunt bangs, her tye-dye t shirts and big smile. When she was into dolls and cartoons. And now Elaine is 30. She is engaged to a terrific guy we all adore and is pregnant with our new niece/cousin/granddaughter. She is a full-fledged adult. Well she has been one for a long time but something about being 30 makes it more real to me.
Happy Birthday Elaine. No matter how old you get you will always be that annoying little sister who loved Barney and carried a dalmatian doll around (Shout out Pecas!) and the best rock show partner I have ever had. Thank you for being such a good sister, friend and an amazing Tia/Nani to my kids.
We love you very much.