Another year - Another candle

(I'm sure she dropped me right after the shutter clicked.)
Happy Birthday, big sis. You're another year older whether you want to be or not. I'll always remember the things we shared as kids:
* We played horse in the backyard and I always got hurt. I would try to jump that d***ed broom between the lawn chairs and always got my feet tangled up in it while you just sailed right on over.
* We played horse in the house and I always got dirty knees. How yours stayed clean is a mystery to this day. If it's true you must crawl before you can walk we must be two of the best walkers in the world.
* We drew horses. Yours were graceful, lovely, and realistic. Mine were quirky, oddly colored, and not so realistic.
* We petted horses. They adored you. One tried to kick me, another bit me in the chest. What was that all about?
* We rode horses. You rode tall, graceful thoroughbreds and learned how to jump and do dressage. I rode small, nasty ponies and learned how to duck and fall off.
* We dibbsed (is that a word? As in "I dibs that horse.") horses on car trips. Since I generally sat in the middle I got a lot of brown horses that you didn't care to dibs.
* We went to Lynnleigh Farm where you groomed horses and fed horses and rode horses and I watched you. Oh, wait, we're still doing that. I'll be over next weekend to let Mom see you on Mother's Day. I guess we still know how to have a good time even if it does involve horses more often than not.