I have the coolest sister. She is smart, kind, beautiful, and wise. She can make a room full of people laugh, can snuggle like a champ on Christmas morning (or any morning, for that matter), has the cutest little tiny butt, and she has so, so much heart. And, to top it off, yesterday was her birthday!
I love telling (and hearing) birth stories on birthdays. Partly because I am obsessed with babies, but mostly because each birth is unique- and hot damn, a baby being born is such a freaking miracle! Being older (and wiser, and smarter, and cuter... ) than my baby sister, I was lucky enough to be present at her birth- and really remember it. What a special night it was!
The day my beautiful sister was born was pretty uneventful. I remember spending a lot of time with my older and younger brothers, fairly clueless about what was going to happen. Sister made her way into the world pretty much like she faces each morning– sleepy, quiet, and pretty calm (she is calm ONLY when nobody wakes her up before she is ready- otherwise... WATCH OUT!). She was born at home, in my parent's bedroom, with her oldest brother and sister watching, helping, and coaching (and trained midwives and my dad, too. We aren't THAT weird!). I have vivid memories of my mom squeezing my hand and my brother yelling "JUST PUSH, MOM!" (Okay- maybe we ARE that weird...) And then she was here. And my whole life changed.
She was perfect. Small. Cute (she was born pretty- who does that?!?). She had the sweetest little face and hands and belly and I just wanted to spend all day and night kissing, holding, and squeezing her.
And now, 20 years later, she has grown into a wonderful woman. Sister cares about other people more than most I know. She has a bewitching power over boys. She loves to be different. She seeks and sees the good in people. She has the strongest convictions and the best heart. She envisions her life in a beautiful way. She doesn't love work. She doesn't really know how to cook that well. She loves to eat things that come out of a can (but has difficulties if that can doesn't have 'structions). She isn't really good at math.
But she is my sister.
And she is the coolest.
Love, A Very Proud Big Sister who hacked her Sister's blog. Bwhahahahaa!
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