Happy Birthday Darla

My sister, Darla, had a plastic Snoopy and Woodstock lunchbox when we were growing up.  I remember it as vividly as my own (a metal Roadrunner and Wiley Coyote lunchbox).  I also remember wondering why she had a plastic one and if hers was better than mine. It was a typical little kid thought, and I was always comparing myself and my stuff to other people and their stuff.  I’m trying not to do that as much these days. Happy birthday Darla. You be you, and I’ll be me.  I love you.