Sister Sledge

My sister Amy had me in stitches last night recounting things she remembers from our childhood. Her memory is stellar. I don't know if it was so much her incredibly dry sense of humor or the actual events themselves. John came home to me with tears in my eyes from laughter.

She remembers my Dad taking Matt, Danny and I to the Eagles games when they were in town to play the Cardinals every year and being dropped off alone at our grandmothers with a TV dinner. I don't know whether that is the saddest thing ever or funniest. Nobody thought she wanted to go. Poor Amy. I hope she knows how much she is loved by us all today.