People always get a kick out of this story, so I thought I’d share it here. My loving sister, not yet 3 years old, leaned over me the day my parents brought me home from the hospital and soothed her new sister, saying “Don’t cry baby. We’re going to take you back to the hospital now.”
Luckily (for both of us) I did in fact continue to reside in that house for the next 18+ years and was the annoying little sister who loved Nicole so much that I always wanted to be around her. Most of my childhood days were spent annoying the crap out of her until she couldn’t take it anymore, then slipping “I’m sorry” notes under her bedroom door until she let me back in, just to repeat the vicious cycle.
Happy birthday to my very first friend (whether she liked it or not) and best sister in the world. I love you, Nicole!