Twenty years ago I raced home from school-as fast as one could race on a yellow school bus just days after the Minnesota’s Halloween blizzard awaiting word to hear that you had made your way into the world. Your Dad came home and drove Mike and I to the hospital and it was love at first sight. There you were, the sister I always wanted, wrapped into a perfect 7 pound package. As much as you hate to hear it, no matter how old you are, you will always be my baby sister. I love you Honan. Happy Birthday.


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