Perhaps the readers here don't know that I was born in 1988, but I was. That puts exactly 11.25 years between my sibling and me because we were both born on the 19th of months that are three months apart. Math is crazy. Now, she is 20, and I am 31, and life is weird. Fortunately, we have each other to navigate this wild time in our lives. The fact that we are in school slightly mediates the drama in our relationship (that's right, I am using age as a mediator because I am attempting to use multivariate statistics) but we are also celebrating being over the hump where Leah was an angry teenager and I was a semi-responsible adult.
Here is a picture of us at the beach last summer. She is wearing a responsible bikini, and I am wearing a string bikini that Richard and I purchased at a truck stop on the way to Florida. I am not making any statements about string bikini vs. regular bikini other than....I think the roles are reversed in this photo. Hey, you only live once. #YOLO.
Rogers siblings at St. Augustine Beach, June 2019
Time I woke up: 8:50 am