happy birthday to you.

to my sister, my friend, my nonromanticlifepartnersexlesslover soulmate.

from "easy access," capfuls of vodka, dancing with iron rods on the fireplace (actually...that doesn't sound too safe, i'm scolding our 19-year-old selves!), crying over boys, rejoicing over new ones, crying over them... too many stories to count, too many margaritas consumed.....

to this.

brookings, sodak, to mpls, minn. and a whole lotta love in between.

as old abe lincoln says.... "and in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. it's the life in your years." you've packed a huge life into 27 short years, my friend. i've been so blessed to join you on your path these last nine years... i can't wait to see what the next 27 bring. and the next 27 after that.

cheers to you, my angie! then...

and now....