To my dearest child,
I could not see you smile, hear you laugh, or hold you in my arms, but I loved you in the womb.
You came into this world a surprise to mommy, but it was a beautiful surprise….
The first time I held you, we cried together as you immediately latched to my breast.
Seeing you smile, makes me smile.
Hearing you laugh, makes me laugh.
From your first words to your first steps, I fall more-and-more in love with you.
You are the greatest Mother’s Day gift! I will love you forever, entirely.
Becoming a mom was and is the best part of my life. Is it tough? Yes! Do I get frustrated? Yes! Would I have it any other way? Not for anyone or anything in this world.
If we all could start living by these words, we would see more unity in this world.
I loved sleep away camp.
Our church would take our youth group to Summer’s Best Two Weeks (SB2W) in Boswell, PA.
We would bike, hike, rock climb…
I loved the Blob…
I loved boys!
In our house, we weren’t allowed to date until we were sixteen, which made me want them more.
My big sister wasn’t as “boy crazy” as me.
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When our little sister was born, my big sister and I were so happy!
I was six and she was ten.
I don’t remember much about my mom being pregnant, but I remember when we brought our baby sister home.
She was so small and sweet.
We loved her.
It had been five years since my big sister completed our family and a new addition just brought us closer.
My sister was going to a new school.
That made me sad.
She graduated 5th grade.
That made me happy.
Even though she was changing schools, we still had to walk to our bus stops together.
Hers was a little further down the street, but she would drop me off with the crossing guard, and then go to her stop.
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My big sister was so quiet.
I always felt like I was so loud compared to her.
I would talk and talk, but she would listen. She didn’t say much, but she always listened.
She was a rider.
If anyone said anything to me or tried to hurt me, she would always stick up for me.
I remember being bullied in school.
She threatened to hurt this guy if he ever said anything else to me.
And he never did.