She is older by three years, which means she’s turning Twenty Three today! And look, she doesn’t even look any older up close. . .

I lived with her for a year when I was being rebellious against my parents. It really taught me a lot about what a relationship with a sister should be, and sometimes what it shouldn’t be. We were literally joined at the hip at her house and did everything together. Vacations to Vegas, horse riding competitions in Price, working together up the canyon to clean the mansions that she does, eating the same food, wearing the same clothes (she used to steal mine out of the washer, might I add. She could’ve at least waited until they were dry!).

Every night, Sam, her husband Mark, Dale and I would meet up at the arena and just ride. Those were the best times of my life, up there on the back of a big strong horse just trotting around with Sam.

Or we’d catch baby kill deers and then realize that this is the best picture of us of all time.

Happy Birthday Sam. Love ya!

Post note: I look like the Hunchback of Notre Dam. Just sayin.