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I am the youngest of 3 siblings. My sister and brother are only 18 months apart. Then there’s me, the Oopsy. My sister is 8.5 years older, and my brother 7 years older than me. Despite the age difference my sister and I are very very close. I mean, we love our brother, but he’s different. He’s the middle child. And let’s be real, he’s a dude!! With the age split I’m more like a first child personality-wise, and that may be why she and I are like 2 peas in a pod. We are each other’s best audience. And we think we are HYSTERICAL!!! She claims to have taught me everything I know. I claim that all the bad things my children learned (sarcasm, curse words, etc), they learned from her 😂

I haven’t had a significant (aka traumatizing) birthday yet. Not at 20, 30, 40 or even 50. None of them really bothered me. I don’t feel my age, not in my brain at least. The knees. The knees feel my age or older. But when my SISTER turned 60 it really affected me. My sister was SIXTY!!! That bothered me more than anything age-wise related to myself, more than turning 59, going gray (how I wish it was a pretty Snow White instead), or my husband getting past 60. I’m closing in on 60 myself at the end of the year. Will it bother me? Will I have some sort of crisis? I kind of doubt it. I’ll keep you posted!

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