Today is my youngest sister’s birthday. She is 15 now. I can’t believe it. Dixie and I are 12 years apart in age, so she’s always been the baby of the family. Now she’s big and grown up. And watch out, because in one more year she’ll be on the road.

When she was little I used to call her “Charlie” because she had this cute, light, charlie-brown head of hair. The rest of us had darker hair. At first she didn’t like it too much, but then one day she decided that if I was going to call her “Charlie” that she was going to call me “Brown.” And ever since we’ve been “Charlie Brown.”

I still call her Charlie. She still calls me Brown. Not all of the time – just sometimes.

This is a picture of Dixie last month at our brother’s wedding:

This is a picture of she and I about the time I left for college (and the little girl I remember her being):

My little Charlie has grown up. Happy Birthday sis, I love you!