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!