A little background on me...I've been blessed with 2 incredible sisters. One older and one younger. That makes me the middle sister. I love that role. I have an incredible relationship with them both. Different but incredible each in there own ways.
My Older sister was my first best friend. She's had my back from day one. I've heard stories of her taking care of me from a very young age. I've gone to her with my every up and down. She was my first phone call when i thought i was pregnant with my oldest. And has encouraged me along the way. She was my first phone call after the incident and i didn't know what to do. She has laughed with me harder than anyone else. She's cried harder with me than anyone else too. When i hurt she hurts for me and vice versa. She knows that if i call in the middle of the day she needs to sneak away from work and take my call because it's something big. Or in the middle of the night. She's taught me so much about myself and how to be a better stronger more confident woman. I always ask her advice, i don't always take it but i listen and consider carefully. I was lucky enough to stand next to her as her maid of honor at her wedding, and rushed to be by her side when her baby was born at just 30 weeks. I'd drop everything for my older sister just as she would for me.
Almost 10 years ago... Tomorrow actually was a day i needed her. I was 34 weeks pregnant with my oldest son. I went in for a routine visit when i was telling my doc about somethings that had been going on. He decided to be safe he would sent me over to the hospital for observation. Everything was great until around 4 when my doc came in to release me. Suddenly my babies heart rate was gone. They were able to find it but decided to keep me over night. Of course my sister was my first phone call. I was terrified i didn't know what any of this meant. The next morning the doc decided that the only solution to the distress my baby was in was to deliver him. Again a phone call was made to my sister. She got on the next flight and when i woke after my c-section she was there with me.
This summer the boys and i spent a week in Michigan around the 4th of July. One of my favorite and silly memories was made that weekend. As the boys played with sparklers, glow sticks and made smores we too had fun. We sang to endless songs, danced around and woke the next morning covered in mosquito bites. This weekend my sister and her family are coming to visit. It's not only Micah's 10th birthday but a weekend that many memories will be made. I do often wonder how my brother in law puts up with us... we are a package deal after all.
I like to think of myself as my Younger Sisters first best friend. She was born 10 years after me. I wanted a baby sister for years. I selfishly just wanted to play doll with her. I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday. I took care of her all hours of the day and night. I treated her like she was my own. I protected her. I served more a mother role to her over the years. When my life changed a little over 4 years ago i didn't pick up the phone and call her. I was scared. I didn't want to let her down, i didn't want to let her know that her bigger stronger sister was made to feel so small and so weak. Then one day i broke, that was the day our relationship changed forever. I told her what happened to me. The mother daughter relationship changed that day. She then was my sister and best friend. I speak to her on the phone almost everyday. She and i have laughed together and cried together. When she comes to visit we always sleep in my room taking until someone eventually falls asleep.
This summer i was lucky enough to stand next to her as her maid of honor as she married her new best friend and husband. So many great memories were made the weekend of her wedding in Grand Rapids. Some i'd like to forget and some i'd like to relive. I can't wait to walk the rest of her journey with her. She is so incredible.
I don't know what the rest of our journey as sisters will look like but what i DO know is that we'll laugh a lot and cry some too but together we have it all.
PS... i have a brother too... more on him some other time...
My Older sister was my first best friend. She's had my back from day one. I've heard stories of her taking care of me from a very young age. I've gone to her with my every up and down. She was my first phone call when i thought i was pregnant with my oldest. And has encouraged me along the way. She was my first phone call after the incident and i didn't know what to do. She has laughed with me harder than anyone else. She's cried harder with me than anyone else too. When i hurt she hurts for me and vice versa. She knows that if i call in the middle of the day she needs to sneak away from work and take my call because it's something big. Or in the middle of the night. She's taught me so much about myself and how to be a better stronger more confident woman. I always ask her advice, i don't always take it but i listen and consider carefully. I was lucky enough to stand next to her as her maid of honor at her wedding, and rushed to be by her side when her baby was born at just 30 weeks. I'd drop everything for my older sister just as she would for me.
Almost 10 years ago... Tomorrow actually was a day i needed her. I was 34 weeks pregnant with my oldest son. I went in for a routine visit when i was telling my doc about somethings that had been going on. He decided to be safe he would sent me over to the hospital for observation. Everything was great until around 4 when my doc came in to release me. Suddenly my babies heart rate was gone. They were able to find it but decided to keep me over night. Of course my sister was my first phone call. I was terrified i didn't know what any of this meant. The next morning the doc decided that the only solution to the distress my baby was in was to deliver him. Again a phone call was made to my sister. She got on the next flight and when i woke after my c-section she was there with me.
This summer the boys and i spent a week in Michigan around the 4th of July. One of my favorite and silly memories was made that weekend. As the boys played with sparklers, glow sticks and made smores we too had fun. We sang to endless songs, danced around and woke the next morning covered in mosquito bites. This weekend my sister and her family are coming to visit. It's not only Micah's 10th birthday but a weekend that many memories will be made. I do often wonder how my brother in law puts up with us... we are a package deal after all.
I like to think of myself as my Younger Sisters first best friend. She was born 10 years after me. I wanted a baby sister for years. I selfishly just wanted to play doll with her. I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday. I took care of her all hours of the day and night. I treated her like she was my own. I protected her. I served more a mother role to her over the years. When my life changed a little over 4 years ago i didn't pick up the phone and call her. I was scared. I didn't want to let her down, i didn't want to let her know that her bigger stronger sister was made to feel so small and so weak. Then one day i broke, that was the day our relationship changed forever. I told her what happened to me. The mother daughter relationship changed that day. She then was my sister and best friend. I speak to her on the phone almost everyday. She and i have laughed together and cried together. When she comes to visit we always sleep in my room taking until someone eventually falls asleep.
This summer i was lucky enough to stand next to her as her maid of honor as she married her new best friend and husband. So many great memories were made the weekend of her wedding in Grand Rapids. Some i'd like to forget and some i'd like to relive. I can't wait to walk the rest of her journey with her. She is so incredible.
I don't know what the rest of our journey as sisters will look like but what i DO know is that we'll laugh a lot and cry some too but together we have it all.
PS... i have a brother too... more on him some other time...
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