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20! : Happy Birthday Weah Peah

January 11, 2003

20 years old. How about that. Made it through those teens, eh? Well, a warm “Happy Birthday” goes out to my little sister Leah back in mid Michigan.

She is a college girl at Central Michigan University. (Y’now, “Go Chips!”) She’s shacking up with Nate, a hearty, salt-of-the-earth Virginian. Man, he’s a tall drink of water, and Jesus H. Christ, can that kid eat. They are a good team and are set up to do very well together. Best of luck.

(Pep Talk, Part 6: “You guys got a good thing goin’. Don’t Blow It.”)

And to think back, 20 years ago today, seeing that little meatloaf wrapped up so tight amongst the other babies in the viewing ward. A little angel. She was beaming. The rest of the critters paled in comparison. Little heathens. Leah was beautiful. Facts are stubborn things.

On a sentimental note: I’m coming to terms with the “scope of a 20 years stretch” today. I remember her birth like it was yesterday, and can chart what I felt then, and now. 20 years at a glance. Chokes me up a bit. My little teeny sister is 20 years old. Amazing. What an amazing run.

So Leah, here’s to many more…. Happy Birthday from yer big brother out west.

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