Sunday, October 2, 2011
I was excited. I was 6 years old, and in grade 1. At the end of the school day, I ran all the way from the school to the crossing guard. My dad was on his way to pick me up, but because I was so fast, I'd already made it nearly half-way home. Mom wanted him to come pick me up. She was afraid that in my excitement, I would forget to "look both ways."
When I got home, I was allowed to go into the small back bedroom, but I had to be very quiet. I can picture that room--dim with a blind pulled part-way down, softly muting the sunlight, and the crib with the little baby girl sleeping on her stomach, little hands bunched into fists, all peaceful.
It was magical! My new sister, just home from the hospital, sleeping in the crib! I had to slap a hand over my mouth to stifle the huge gasp of excitement.
You're my sister and my best friend--one of the few people who makes me laugh till I actually pee my pants, and you kept me from going mental after Mom died.
Oh yeah--I made you a card. Hope you lurv it
...love those chicken pox :)