My little sister turned 14 this weekend. And as Garth Brooks would say, “I’m much to young to feel this damn old.” I absolutely cannot believe that she is getting this old. In my head she will always be the 5-year-old little girl that would refuse to wear anything but dresses to kindergarten and we would have to bribe her to wear shorts under her dress on the days that she had P.E. For her birthday, she had a few friends over for a small party and then they went to watch Seussical. I love that she is growing up having some of the same interests that I have (i.e. loving to go see musicals and plays) and she looks more and more like me everyday. If I got a penny for every time that someone saw a picture of her and thought that it was me, I have amounted a small fortune by now. She is my favorite sister in the whole wide world. I was almost 12-years-old when she was born so she was my little baby and I loved taking care of her (except for the fact that she constantly cried). Since I lived at home during my undergrad, we always did everything together. In fact, she was probably better friends with my friends than I ever was (Karina can attest to the number of times Tina showed up on her bike without having told anyone at our house that she was leaving). I miss my Tina everyday and I wish that we lived closer to one another so that we could hang out together.