I've always thought it was pretty cool that I was born on the Day That Will Live In Infamy, but my sister did even better. She was born on the same date as Elvis! She, however, will not turn 75 today. Good thing because she's number five in our family of six; and even though I am the eldest, 75 is still a ways on the horizon for me.

This sister is not just an overcomer, she's a triumphant victor. On her own, she impressively raised three fine children to responsible adulthood while pursuing her own education. Hard earned Masters Degree under her belt, she now works tirelessly to help others. Her home says, sit here and relax awhile and let me fill your senses with peaceful and beautiful things. She always pitches in and is the first to offer a hug—as a matter of fact, she taught our family to hug.

But that Elvis thing—watching Elvis sing and move, the way he felt the music. My sister feeeeeels the music. She doesn't need a partner, but she needs space on the dance floor. I love her movement. I love her freedom. I love her joy.

She worships God that way, too. And I love that most of all – just about as much as I love her.

Praise His name with dancing, accompanied by tambourine and harp. For the Lord delights in His people; He crowns the humble with victory. Psalm 149:3-4