(Note: This has nothing to do with the reader's own state of big sisterhood, nor with the fact that her little brother's birthday card was late this week. Nothing whatsoever.)
I have decided that big sisters are a very good thing. I haven't really ever had a big sister before; at least, any sisters I've had have been within a year or two of my age at a time when a year or two didn't mean the difference between talking or not, going to school or not, driving or not, etc. In the last year, I've actually acquired a big sister, and lo and behold, I like having one. It is quite nice to be able to ask silly questions of someone and get real answers, without added commentary on my brightness.
Today's happy thought is brought to you by the letters J and H, and the number 3.