Happy 28th Year, Kate


This is a photo of me and my baby sister practicing a tap routine outside of Justin Timberlake's restaurant in Denver last winter. She turns 27 today, and she's one of my all-time favorite people to ever have been born. We're in Telluride for the weekend and she and I shared a bed last night. The following exchange happened this morning at 6:00 when we were both awake for some ungodly reason.

Me: What do you want to do in your 28th year of life?

Kate: I'm not 28.

Me: I know. You're 27, so you're starting your 28th year. Zero to one is one year.

Kate: That's really confusing. (Under her breath: zero to one, one to two, two to three...)

Me: Are you counting?

Kate: Yeah...twenty-five, twenty-six, TWENTY-SEVEN! I don't know. Ask me after 8 o'clock. 


Happy birthday, seester. Here's to the next twenty-seven years.