Monday, September 13, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
To My Sister on Her Birthday
Dear Rylee Jane,
Twelve years ago today you were born. I remember the first time I ever met you, not only because you were purple and squishy and looked like an alien, but also because I had waited for you from the time I was old enough to understand what a sister was. I don't remember who else was there, what Mom looked like, or even where she had you. I just remember looking at your giant forehead and thinking my life would never be the same.
I remember when Mom first brought you home. Sometimes you would wake up crying in the middle of the night, and since I was the lightest sleeper in the house, I would go and get you and put you in bed with me. I slept so lightly because I was terrified of crushing you, but it was like my body wouldn't let me. Every time you moved I woke up and then went back to sleep. And it never bothered me to lose that sleep, because I was just happy you were finally here.
Eventually your face took on a normal shape and you morphed into the cutest thing I or anyone else had ever seen. There was really no chance of you not growing up spoiled, being as cute as you were. I know that Matt and I did not stand a chance. Since the time you were born, we were all yours. We still are, and I think at twelve wise years old, you know it. You have always known more than a child should know. You are definitely an old soul. An devious old soul, but an old soul nonetheless.
Rylee Jane, you are everything that I have ever wanted to be. You are effortlessly beautiful, you are good at everything you try to do. You have Matt's graceful athleticism, my ability to laugh at myself, and Mom's compassion. You are bold and courageous and outspoken and righteous. Sometimes I think of the world you are coming into and I am a little afraid-- for them. You are going to take this place by storm, and anyone who gets in your way should beware.
I just wanted you to know that you are loved more than any little sister could ever be. When I think of you it makes me want to be an amazing person, a role model you can look up to and be proud of. I want to forge a path for you in this world that makes you believe that you can do anything. I want you to believe in magic and miracles and beauty. I want to make this place something that you will love. And I want you to be happy.
I know that you will be, because you are much too smart to let anyone get in the way of being who you are. You're an exceedingly brave girl, and that's why you are a perfect storybook heroine as well. I know that when the rest of the world meets you through my book, they will love you just as much as I do.
Dear Rylee, I hope you have a good birthday today. I hope you know you are loved and that you have people that think about you all the time. If you ever need anything, all you have to do is call. And if anyone ever hurts you, they better run and hide. Because I'm not sure who they should fear more-- the small army of family ready to destroy them, or the wrath of you.
I love you little sister! Happy birthday!
Your older sister.
9.9.10
Twelve years ago today you were born. I remember the first time I ever met you, not only because you were purple and squishy and looked like an alien, but also because I had waited for you from the time I was old enough to understand what a sister was. I don't remember who else was there, what Mom looked like, or even where she had you. I just remember looking at your giant forehead and thinking my life would never be the same.
I remember when Mom first brought you home. Sometimes you would wake up crying in the middle of the night, and since I was the lightest sleeper in the house, I would go and get you and put you in bed with me. I slept so lightly because I was terrified of crushing you, but it was like my body wouldn't let me. Every time you moved I woke up and then went back to sleep. And it never bothered me to lose that sleep, because I was just happy you were finally here.
Eventually your face took on a normal shape and you morphed into the cutest thing I or anyone else had ever seen. There was really no chance of you not growing up spoiled, being as cute as you were. I know that Matt and I did not stand a chance. Since the time you were born, we were all yours. We still are, and I think at twelve wise years old, you know it. You have always known more than a child should know. You are definitely an old soul. An devious old soul, but an old soul nonetheless.
Rylee Jane, you are everything that I have ever wanted to be. You are effortlessly beautiful, you are good at everything you try to do. You have Matt's graceful athleticism, my ability to laugh at myself, and Mom's compassion. You are bold and courageous and outspoken and righteous. Sometimes I think of the world you are coming into and I am a little afraid-- for them. You are going to take this place by storm, and anyone who gets in your way should beware.
I just wanted you to know that you are loved more than any little sister could ever be. When I think of you it makes me want to be an amazing person, a role model you can look up to and be proud of. I want to forge a path for you in this world that makes you believe that you can do anything. I want you to believe in magic and miracles and beauty. I want to make this place something that you will love. And I want you to be happy.
I know that you will be, because you are much too smart to let anyone get in the way of being who you are. You're an exceedingly brave girl, and that's why you are a perfect storybook heroine as well. I know that when the rest of the world meets you through my book, they will love you just as much as I do.
Dear Rylee, I hope you have a good birthday today. I hope you know you are loved and that you have people that think about you all the time. If you ever need anything, all you have to do is call. And if anyone ever hurts you, they better run and hide. Because I'm not sure who they should fear more-- the small army of family ready to destroy them, or the wrath of you.
I love you little sister! Happy birthday!
Your older sister.
9.9.10
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