Today is my sister, April’s birthday. She was born 2 weeks before I turned 4. I remember consistently praying for a sister for (what seemed like) a long time before that, so I have spent most of my life wishing she was here, or grateful that she is. For those of you who know April, you know that she really is an answer to prayer. She is the sort of person who seamlessly slips in and makes everything better. She can pick up your slack, lift your mood, and always leaves everything more beautiful than she finds it. She is the kindest soul, and has the craziest sense of style which is kind of like a kindergartner (who dresses herself) meets Stevie Nicks. I love her.