Carrie J.

Dear Carrie,

I am going to open this up by saying that you are my twin. Even though you're 3.5 years older than I am, you really are just like me. We might not look identical, but you are definitely me.

You've always been there...you saw everything. You saw it all. The traumas, the good times, the fights, the moves, everything. We had to weather it together.

I never tire of talking to you. Remember the SIX HOURS we spent talking on your patio in the middle of the night? Wine coolers, cigarettes, and good chatter on a late summer night...fucking fantastic. Heavenly. Have you ever noticed that our loud, obnoxious laughter sounds exactly the same?

Your choice in men sucks, but that's ok. You know what you like, and you have to live with your decisions. You're a bad ass and won't let anyone step on you. And if they did, call me. I'll raise Hell. I never told you this but I have a fierce protective side of me when it comes to you.

I can tell you anything. I'm sorry I didn't hug you more when we were growing up. I will try to make up for it now.

You mean more to me than I will ever be able to express with words.

I love you. I love you.