Happy 25th Birthday Lauren!

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There is so much to say about my sister, Lauren. I love her more than anyone could love their sister. She is my best friend, my constant companion, and I couldn't imagine life without her.

25 years ago tonight my little sister Lauren Michele was born. The next morning, my grandmother woke me up and said, "You have a new sister!" And being the very confidant almost 5 year old, I replied back, "I know, because I prayed for one!" We have always been close. She started out as my live baby doll and turned into my best friend. She lives in my neighborhood and I get to see her almost everyday.

Somethings I love about having Lauren as my sister:
*She adores my children. They are practically hers as well as ours.
*She has great fashion sense and can buy a lot more clothes for the money than I can. She keeps me hip!
*We love to laugh with each other. We have been told that we have a secret language. We can just look at each other and bust out laughing.
*She always wants to be with me and she always has. It never bothered me when I was in high school and Lauren wanted to hang out with older kids.
*We stopped sharing a room when I got into junior high but she still slept in my bed almost every night. After she fell asleep, I used to love to hold her soft little hand.
*Our husbands get along great. We have fun as a foursome.
*Almost all of my memories growing up have her in them.
*Probably the scariest memory with Lauren was when she was seven. Michael, age 9, and I (age 12) were supposed to keep an eye on her at a restaurant on Cape Cod. Of course we turn our head for a minute and the next thing you know, a fisherman is pulling her out of the Cape Cod canal heading straight into the Atlantic Ocean. Whoops...
*When I was 9, our family took a trip to the Grand Tetons. I was wearing a sweater and jeans and we went on a hike into the mountains. I leaned over to look into a mountain stream. Dad warned me not to, but I did and fell in. Everyone laughed at me hysterically. The only one to comfort me was 5 year old Lauren. I walked back down the mountain several miles in a soaking wet sweater and jeans with Lauren at my side.
*We were in a horrible car accident 5 years ago in England that totaled the Mercedes we were driving. Praise God that we walked away from the accident (Mercedes are known for their safety) and were able to finish our vacation. Lauren, Bryon, and I toured England and Scotland with bruises all over each other!

I can't say enough about Lauren. I couldn't imagine life without her. She has been one of the biggest blessings in my life.

Happy Birthday Lazentoodles!