The year is 2015. She turns 40 next month. Soon after, I turn 37. And, for this long, we have been best friends.
My sister is a warrior, a brave beautiful lioness. She is also a loyal daughter, and the mom of the sweetest, wildest and most untamable of cubs.
She is a healer of both body and soul, compassionate and attentive, even when all else in life fails to make sense.
Lately, she has been questioning her faith, but prefers not to talk about it. At all costs, she avoids worrying our parents.
Having lived through half her life, as she says, she wonders about what she has achieved. Let us recap, sis, shall we?
You have mastered the rare ability to love unconditionally those around you… and we are devoted to you for it.
Sly and svelte, you have come out of life’s battles victorious; surely scarred, but ever stronger and more stunning.
With grace and dignity, you have created order where entropy would have otherwise prevailed.
To me, you have been an exemplary fortress, a loyal and patient shoulder and ear, an inspiration for many verses.
You have raised a spirited amorous kitten… an angel who has bestowed upon us a collection of delightful memories.
You have kept a home for him every step of the way. As your world seemed to crumble, the walls of love and care around him have always withstood.
Now I see you worried and overworked, maybe lonely at times, frustrated with that which you cannot control… but this too shall pass.
You are a survivor and a champion… no matter how huge the obstacle, how rough the path, how hectic the days.
At your darkest hours, remember all that. Hold on to the lioness inside, to her enduring strength to hurt and hunt in the wilderness.
Remember, too, that sometimes she will need to roar and run free. She may even feel like scratching and biting every once in a while.
And she requires her own time and space to rejoice in nature, to yawn and nap… to purr, stretch out and lie lazily in the sun.
Sis, you are perfect… with all your feline imperfections. Happy birthday!