On this date in 1974 one of the world's best people was born. My sister, Darby. Ever since I was born she has been my of my best friends and one of the most talented, beautiful, loving, kind, and funny people I have ever met. She is truly amazing.
Every year when we were young, I would look forward to her birthday almost as much as I looked forward to mine. Now granted, when I was very young I didn't understand that Darby's birthday meant that SHE got presents and I did NOT. This really cranked me out. I have pictures of me pouting my lower lip out while darby is smiling with her new doll in hand. The story goes that I went around the whole day with the aformentioned pouty lip saying. "Merry March" or "Murry Mawch" because of my speech impediment. Which of course meant, "I don't get presents until March and I am really VERY unhappy about it. " But you know, I was three, so, Murry Mawch is as good as it got. Anyway, as I got older I understood that the present thing, though it stung, was pretty normal. I did NOT however, like the fact that she got to have camp outs in the tent or go to the beach or any other variety of awesome summer activities while March was always around 30 degrees.
Through the years we had very many happy memories of her birthdays though as we got older we didn't/don't get to spend them together anymore. This hurts but I know that she is being celebrated for the wonderful person that she is.
So, Happy birthday, Dawby! I love you soooo much!!
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