So this is my 100th post on this blog. In the beginning, 100 posts seemed so distant and unreachable. I guess I just didn't think I would have enough subject matter to write about for 100 posts. Now it seems that I just started it and I can recall all the posts I have written and what they are about.
Tomorrow, February 5th, is my baby sister's 20th birthday. My oh my! I remember asking for a younger sibling when I was about 4, assuring my parents that it did not matter to me if it was a boy or a girl. Well when I was six, I got Camille, my new baby sister. I think it was only a year or so after she was born that I informed my parents that I had made a mistake in requesting such a thing as a sibling and that she was ruining my life! I let her exist in my world growing up, but mainly, she got in my way and into all of my stuff. It wasn't until after I left home for college that I realized what a cool girl she is. Over the years we have spent more time together as we both have become adults. I have come to realize something over this time. I need her.
I need her to make sure I don't walk out of the house looking like a color-blind train wreck.
I need her accessories and shirts so that my mundane monotonous wardrobe has a little spice every now and then.
I need her to go with me to new places when I am afraid I am not socially apt to make it on my own in a new crowd.
I need her to help me make fun of our mom and dad when they say something hilarious.
I need to share all of our family inside jokes with her.
I need her to be with me when I am having a bad day without Trae, whether I need to talk or not.
I need her so that I can be cool by association.
I need her hugs.
I need her smile.
I need her laugh.
I need her humor.
I need her imagination and love of all things bright and colorful.
I need her to know that I am proud of her and that I love her more than she will ever know.
Happy Birthday Camille!