So, it is that time of the year again…WHEN MY SISTER TURNS A YEAR OLDER!!!!!!!!!!
To be honest, though, this is a day that should be celebrated every day and not just on her birthday because my sister is AMAZING and I feel grateful every day for her.
But today I am EXTRA-grateful for my awesome, funny, fabulous, smart, hard-working, creative, inspiring little sister.
I am spending my last day as a 25-year-old working on a Law & Information Technology final for a class that ended in May. It feels oddly symbolic–and utterly depressing.
I also work today. This too feels symbolic. I spent most of the first half of my year in this office crafting my law review note and trying to squeeze work hours in while juggling twenty other commitments.
Neither memory leaves me feeling particularly joyful. 25 is not a year I would willingly repeat.
Colorado, Madison, Thailand, Madison some more. The real takeaway I see from 25 is that the second year of law school is somehow more terrible than first year. And I didn’t even think that was possible.
I suppose I grew as a writer and traveler this past year. I overcame a lot. I think I also failed a lot. Or at least I fell flat on my face more times than I care to count.
I am not sure what hopes to have for 26. It will cover one more year of law school. It feels a bit like one more year to ‘get through,’ which I don’t want to be the case. I love birthdays because they mean a new start. But with 2L year still nipping at my heels and 3L year looming ahead, I feel more braced than expectant.
But you know what? Here is to 26. As my favorite poet, Tanner Olson, says: hope doesn’t let the story end.
And another year of law school is not the end of the story. So, that is how I want to approach 26. Hopeful. Even if I am not really sure what to hope for. Because it represents a new year and a new chance to kick law school’s butt. Or at least try not to let it totally kick mine.
Once upon a time, I tried sending my brother to his room. He refused. I probably yelled. It was in the early days when I was 8 or so and Mom first let us stay home alone for short periods of time.
I remember my Dad taking me aside afterwards and saying quite firmly, “Amy, as the oldest you are in charge. But Sam is your deputy. You don’t get to boss him around. You work with him.”
I honestly don’t think Sam and I have had a fight since.
Happy Birthday to the best deputy a sister could ask for! I hope you have another incredible year. (And also, thanks for giving me the best nephew on the planet. More pictures of him always welcome. 😉 )
Happy 80th Birthday to my Grandma!
Grandma, I hope you had a lovely day with many more to come! (I should have taken a picture with you to post when I saw you tonight!)
9 (Out of a Million) Reasons I’m Thankful For My Mom: (in no particular order)
- She loves me regardless.
- She supports all my crazy adventures.
- She buys me food.
- She listens when I ramble.
- She almost always knows the answer – even if the answer means letting me sort it out on my own.
- She reads my blog and occasionally reminds me to share it with the rest of the world.
- She tells me what she’s thinking about.
- She rocks at her job!
- She rocks at being a Mom.
(I know she will read this, shake her head, and deny she rocks at her job, but really does. And she better not deny she rocks at being a Mom because she has 5 successful children that say otherwise.)
He’s turning 17 and eager to build his own computer! Happy Birthday to my youngest brother!
(I really need to take more updated photos with my siblings)
I know a girl/Whose full of grace/she’s got red hair/and a happy face
Her name is Anna/she loves bananas/someday we know/she’ll be in a drama!
She’s our lima bean/but as you can see/she is Anna Keen! Dunt dunt duh!
Y’all, I officially have the coolest 21-year-old sister on the planet. I can’t imagine life without her.
Anna, I hope you have a spectacular day and a wonderful year. Let’s drink responsibility when I get home!