Living in the south, we didn't often get snow. But as fate would have it, the weather decided to turn unusually cold and snowy on the morning my mother went into labor. Mama knew this baby was coming fast. She was, by now, an expert on labor and delivery. Daddy went to start the car but the door locks were frozen shut. There were several tense moments before someone was finally able to thaw enough ice to get the doors open. And not a moment too soon. Within minutes of arriving at the hospital, the baby was born. As much as my younger brother had wanted it to be a boy, he didn't get his wish. Yes, he had a fifth sister. And I couldn't have been happier.
I took my baby sister everywhere I possibly could. At first, I pushed her around in a stroller. Later, when I was old enough to drive, I would pack her into the car at night when she wouldn't stop crying, and we'd drive around until she fell asleep.
Sometimes it seems like only yesterday that I was a high school student proudly showing my baby sister off all over town. Now she has sons of her own, two of them already in high school. We live hundreds of miles apart, and I don't see her nearly as often as I'd like. But she'll always be my baby sister. Even though she's grown into a beautiful lady and a wonderful mother, this will never change.
Happy birthday, Mendi!
1 comment:
Aww! She's such a cutie! I didn't remember all that (since I AM younger than you).
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