This is my second oldest sister, Jordan. We were each married within a year of each other. Most of our kids were born within a year of each other. They're like a stack of cards you shuffle, each falling neatly in order, back and forth.We both like hats. We both love fashion and good food. Yet somehow, we've never managed to live by each other once we went our separate ways after working as Bed & Breakfast maids on Nantucket Island. Such a shame.
check out her: pappardelle with creamed chardWe do differ. Jordan's the more outgoing one. She'll choose an evening snuggled down with a book over a sewing machine, hands down. She can use words like Monet used a brush. We teasingly call her the romantic of the family. She loves to throw a good dinner party. Plus, she speaks Russian. Our children adore each other, mine still pray for Lucy's leg every single day. We vow one day we'll live closer to each other. Happy Birthday, Jord. Love your guts.