Wednesday, November 24, 2010
This is something I could of told you 30 something years ago.
Well maybe not.
Cause she wasn't born until 28 something years ago.
But close to that.
She was still in my mom's tummy when I helped pick her name.
My parents were at the table with a piece of paper.
My mother was writing option after option.
"Pick THAT ONE!" I said.
"It has my name in it!"
I was 7.
And so it was.
Before she was born, she was a part of me.
And me a part of her.
Go read this article from the NY Times.
(She sent it to me.)
And then understand why even on my worst days...
I can handle it.
And understand that TODAY...I am complete.
Cause she's come home for the holidays.
We're cooking Thanksgiving Dinner together.
And celebrating what I have always KNOWN.
I'm happier with a sister.