Decades since we donned capes and magic bracelets, my sister has no super powers. She doesn’t fly an invisible jet, nor does she have a hit movie about her. But she is Wonder Woman. After a rough childhood and all the challenges of our teens, twenties, and so on, (plus a few major curve balls no one expected), my sister is a super hero. I look at her and wonder how this woman does what does.
A mother of four (including triplets), my sister is married to a great man, owns a successful small business, mentors young women, and inspires our family. She does it all, and amazes people. She’s the best mother I have ever see in action. Today, I celebrate my sister on her birthday. Every day I thank God for her and for all He has bestowed upon her.