“Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.”


Tomorrow on the 26th of January, my baby sister Olivia turns twenty-six.


I'm unsure as to how that happened- I'm sure my parents are just as baffled. I love calling her my "baby sister" to people who aren't acquainted with us and having them go, "aw, how old is she?" and when I tell them, she's probably the age they assume I am. But I'm not. Because I'm five years older than her. Shocker, I know? I don't look a day over twenty-five. (or so I'm usually told)


When we were younger, we were the sisters who tormented each other. Five years is a big gap, and I was the oldest sister, she the baby of the family. We would get into fights, there was hitting and pinching involved... chasing each other around the house. Maybe on a few occasions all of us older siblings may have tormented her together like the mean little jerks older siblings can be sometimes. I was close to my middle sister in high school, even closer in college. I'm sure Olivia felt that. We didn't mean to exclude her, but it happened. As we all grew older, we tried to make an effort to all do things together more.

When our middle sister moved to the Middle East almost four years ago, we both made a conscious effort to be closer. And I am so happy we did. She is one of my best friends and I even moved to be in the same city as her! I've been happy to see her mature and grow and am constantly proud of her and her courage. She's sassy and smart and loves to read. She's drop dead gorgeous and funny and great taste in movies and books. A bit of a chameleon, she's had virtually every color hair possible- my friends used to always be confused and like... is that your sister? Now though we constantly get the comment that we look like twins (we don't, but we DO look a lot alike!) 

For her birthday I put together a little golden dinner party at her apartment. We had to improvise and embrace the bohemian feel of not having the space for, or even an actual dining table, but it came out golden and sweet and her friends were all lovely. We ate supper and drank wine and toasted with champagne and sang a chaotic chorus of "happy birthday" as she blew out the candles on her mint chocolate chip ice cream pie and made wishes for the new year.

Happy birthday sweet sister. I hope this year is golden for you! I love you! 

Enjoy the photos!