Friday, April 10, 2020

Day 321

I have written roughly 380 entries in this blog, and it's possible that I have never acknowledged that I am not an only child. I was an only child for many years, but in 1999, God decided that I should welcome a sibling and a new millennium in quick succession (which is different from secession--check your dictionary). Thus, I got my only sibling, Leah.

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
Something that made today great: Happy hour with Ashbar and Embar on FB Messenger Video!
Time I woke up: 8:50 am

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