Happy Birthday, Heather!

I don't know many people who can claim their sister-in-law as a best friend . . . but I can. Heather Lyn Renfroe Wagstaff is one of my most favorite people in the world. Before we even met, she would call me up to talk about that cute younger brother of hers, and she sent me fun packages in the mail while I was at college. When Allen and I got married, she surprised me at our reception with a "sister ring" to welcome me into the family. She bought rings for each of the Renfroe girls, with all of our initials engraved on the inside. She has made me feel included and loved and special from the get-go.


One of the very hardest parts about moving away from Arkansas was leaving my Heather. She is beautiful, she is always thinking of others, she is hilarious, she's talented and crafty, she's an exemplary mother (and is about to have baby number five in T minus three weeks), she's smart, she understands people so well, and if it weren't for Heather, Allen wouldn't be as great as he is . . . or possibly even alive. I'm pretty sure that if every guy had an older sister like Heather, every marriage would be a happy one.

In honor of the occasion, here is a sweet little silly birthday poem:

Her hairdo always looks just right,
Each tooth is straight, her smile is white,
And she is kind, sincere, polite—
To be with her is sheer delight.
Heather couldn’t hurt a mite . . .
Egad! This girl is dynamite!
Remarkable, in her own right.

I love you, Heather! Many happy returns of the day!