You can’t make her do anything. Don’t bother suggesting there might be a better way. The moment you tell her “no” is the moment she commits to whatever it is you don’t want her to do. She’s the wild one.
She’s the one with natural beauty. She doesn’t care much for expensive haircuts or makeup. In fact, she looks better without it. Dressed up in a greasy, gray jumpsuit clearly designed for a man, extra fabric bunches where broad shoulders should be and pockets cling tight as there’s no room for hips. Her golden blond hair mesmerizes the customers who show up in her bay for an oil change and that same magic allows her to boss grown men with an authoritative tone. They listen because she does know how to do it better than them.
Maybe that’s why she picks the bad boys. She likes a good challenge and her bite is as big as her bark.
She joined the army when we all begged her not to. The military is no place for girls. But those words sealed the deal and she wanted in more than ever. They taught her to shoot guns and throw grenades. She learned to fix cars and carry human beings over her shoulder, up hill, both ways.
She’ll out drink you, out push-up you, out run you just to prove she can. And she is never quiet. Even her whispers can be heard across the room.
For all of this, I love her. I know she can be anything she wants to be. I know that when she uses her powers for good she can do incredible things.
And when I see her snuggle her baby or say “I’m sorry” with those huge blues eyes and that soft freckled face I’m so in awe of her. The little tom boy who wouldn’t brush her hair is now the gorgeous mom who can change your oil in heels. She is still fierce but those close to her know her soft spots and when you get her laughing it’s the most contagious, uproarious sound to hear.
Happy Birthday baby sister! Cheers to more years of celebrating an awesome, powerful, seductive you.
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