Humans love to celebrate. We will party for almost anything, but few things truly deserve the effort of lauding. About 27 years and 8 months ago my parents shared with me that a little brother or sister would join our family in July. As a three year old I recall my excitement over having sister! Little did I know that all of the doctor's tests seemed to indicate that a brother was on the way. When my parents would discuss this with me, I adamantly refused to discuss anything other than my sister. My mother shared with me that she was a bit concerned how I would react when she brought the brother home from the hospital.
Then, July 6th, 1984, arrived and so did our baby! As I predicted, and to the doctor's utter surprise, my mom delivered the sister I said was on the way. I remember my daddy taking me to the hospital, and gazing at her through the glass of the nursery. I observed that her hair was black like daddy's, and I was ready to take her home then!
There is no way that a three and a half year old can imagine what an impact one person can have on your life, but at 30 I can say that my sister has been the greatest addition to my life! Our relationship has endured ups and downs, but we've always been there for one another.
My sister believes in my dreams more than I do. She understands my doubts and self-consciousness in ways that I cannot articulate, and don't have to. When I say things like "k-k-k" she cracks up (yes, that's an inside joke). There are more inside jokes than I can begin to list. She always makes me laugh. Her competitive drive is unparalleled. NEVER play Monopoly with her unless you intend to allow her to win. My baby sister inspires me!
I'm sorry that all of you only know her as friend. I smugly pleased that I'm the only one who can truly call her sister. Warning to the wise...don't miss with Carrie, or you have to deal with her big sister!
Happy birthday, baby sister!
