This weekend my sister turns 30 years old. Are you kidding me? Even though we are only 2 years apart, I feel old. I still remember rehearsing “shows” for my parents friends that we would perform on New Years Eve when we were little. I remember telling on her when she got into a gigantic fish tank because she wanted to “play” with the fish. I remember our fights growing up, most vivid being when she threw my bright green dinosaur piano down the stairs because I threw her rocking chair down just 30 seconds before. Now she’s turning 30. Woah. Turning this age is monumental because it’s the moment where you finally are growing into…