We grew together, Krysti and I. She was my only real friend until I was twelve. And though she never knew it, it broke my heart to leave her when I went to college.
This morning, my two-year-old woke my sleeping baby. I asked her why.
"So she would smile at me," came the reply.
Even now, all these many years later, nothing is so wonderful as seeing your baby sister smile.
Happy Birthday, Krysti.
I wish you many, many smiles.