I’ve had the toughest time writing about her. Not because I have nothing to say. But because I am having trouble choosing from the million things I could say.  We have so much history. I barely remember my life without her in it.  She is strong, poised, and elegant.  She is cool, kind and fun to be with. The times in my life I have laughed the hardest, have all been with her. I remember the day I met her.  The room, the closet light, the bassinette.  She was the first baby I ever met and the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.  When my mom let me hold her, I felt joy.  The kind of joy I would not feel again until my own daughter was born.  I realized she was a gift.  I vowed to protect her and be her best friend, and I will always have her back if/when she needs me.  We cannot choose our parents or our siblings. I am grateful she is my sister and I know I am blessed. When I count my blessings at night I think, lucky me.  I have Marci in my life!