It’s Rachel’s Birthday!

Last year, I listed 30 Reasons Why I LOVE Rachel. You should read it, because I want everyone to know about her love of all things Franklin.

But this year? Well, I couldn’t do that again, because that would be lame.

(I am lame, you say?  Umm…shhhhh!)

Instead, I’m going to tell you a story about whiny baby Rachel and snobby Kate.

(I love birthdays when I can call my sister a whiny baby.  It’s for the story, Rachel!)

And now, the (whiny baby) story…

My sister and I are best friends.

We have been for pretty much ever.

She is the one I always call when I have good news, bad news, no news, brag news.

She is a completely awesome and supportive person who I could not live without.

But.

When I was a senior in high school and she was a freshman, that was not the case.

She thought I was a stuck-up snob.  I thought she was a whiny baby.

So, we didn’t particularly get along that year. You know why?

Because we HATED each other’s guts!

(Snobs don’t like babies.)

When my 18th birthday rolled around in March of my senior year, I was devastated to find out during morning break that the guy I thought was going to ask me to prom had asked someone else.

I cried.

A lot.

In a very overly-dramatic-horribly-embarrassing-to-think-back-on kind of way.

I did not confide this bit of bad news in my sister though, because we weren’t friends.

In fact, we HATED each other’s guts!

I was auditioning for the school musical that afternoon, so I didn’t get home until just before 5 o’clock.

And when I arrived, the entire house was completely decorated with homemade signs in my sister’s handwriting that said “Happy 18th Birthday Kate!”  and “You’re the best!” and “You’re awesome!” and “That boy who was supposed to invite you to prom TOTALLY SUCKS!”

She had signs on every door, wall and mirror.  In every room of the house.

I was shocked.

I found my sister in her room, working on more signs.

I didn’t know how she had heard about non-prom-asker — Could it have been my constant and obsessive talking and crying about it all day at school?!  Nah! — but I was flattered.

And I gave her a hug.  And I thanked her.

Why am I telling you this story from 16 years ago?

Because just like that day, I still think to myself, aren’t I lucky to have a sister like that?

Yeah, I think so too.

HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Rachel!

Snob LOVES you!  (You big baby.)

Courtesy: Greg Hogan Photography

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3 Responses to It’s Rachel’s Birthday!

  1. Jen says:

    I thought you weren’t going to make people cry anymore. Happy birthday to Rachel!

  2. robyn says:

    awwww… sisters are the best best friends ever. That story is proof. Happy (late) Birthday Rachel!

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