For that last 20 years, I haven't had a big sister. For the last 15 years since the arrival of Aaron and Elizabeth, I have been THE big sister. The one who wanted to be the second mother to the family. The one who felt, and sometimes still feels, the need to take care of everyone, even if I really am Daniel and Andrew little sister. The one who won't let anyone even think about getting in the way and trying to take care of my family. That's my job. Occasionally through out the years I've wondered what it would be like to have an older sister. How would my life growing up been different? Would I still have the love for taking care of others that I have? Would I even like having a big sister? Adopting Katie's two older sisters as my own gave me a little slice of the Big Sister Pie and as much as I loved it, I was, and am, so proud to say that I have two older brothers. Two big brothers.
Now I have Erika.
Sweet, beautiful, happy Erika. And you know what? I do love having a big sister. I love it more then I could possibly have ever imagined.
Happy birthday Erika!
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1 comment:
I always wanted a big sister, or a little sister... that is why I am so very happy to have three girls. Nothing like a sister!
Email me... big winner. :)
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