I love her so much that when she calls me this afternoon during the most restful sleep I’ve been able to procure for days (despite all attempts to sufficiently plum tucker myself out and go to bed so early), and wakes me up (and simultaneously reminds my head that Hey! I remember! I was hurting before you went to sleep!) to squeal joyously in my ear that she! has! a job interview! tomorrrow! at 12:30pm! I don’t even grumble at her at all, or give her the half-asleep voice, or reveal to her in any way that I was just moments earlier more than half-asleep, because then she will feel bad for waking me up (and anyway, she can just read about it later; that’s what websites are for!), and I want to avoid making her guilty because I am genuinely happy for her, and enjoy the fact that she called me instantly to yell me the good news, I myself being privy to the fact that this has been one of the longest days in the history of long days for her.
And besides, at the end of the day, and at the beginning, and in the middle, and during pretty much any hour of the twenty-four comprising a day, most everything else–including naps and migraines and insomnia and sleepy voices–takes a backseat to being her big sister.