It doesn’t seem that long ago that you knocked the crap out of that neighbor kid for bullying me. Unfortunately, we have no photographic evidence of that heroic (heroine-ic?) deed although it will remain part of the family oral history. But there is some photographic evidence that you were indeed my big sister when we lived in Chino in the biglittle house on 5th street.
So, as my birthday gift to you I have created a couple of biglittle collages commemorating your role as my elder sibling.
And, for me, our annual Big Bear vacation was a highlight of the year. I wouldn’t have been the same without big sister.
Have a very happy birthday – at least as happy as you can make it in these weird and scary times. And thanks for the memories, as someone sang in a once popular song.
Big Little Meals 