Today is a very special day. It’s Little Sissy’s birthday.
Not too long ago she was a little thing. Just a baby who followed me around everywhere, dragging her blanket. I feel like it was literally just yesterday. It’s like I blinked and she somehow grew up.
When she was little I thought we were nothing alike. Sure, she has the red hair like me, but her personality is so much different. She’s a bold kid. She loves to dance and be up front and center. She’s loud and crazy. She loves to dress pretty and play with dolls.
But she’s also spunky. She doesn’t mind getting dirty. She loves helping out. She reads better than most kids her age. She loves being with our parents. She’s a snuggle bug. And that’s the part I think she gets from me.
It sucks being so far away from her on her birthday. It sucks not being able to bake her a cake, watch her tear into her presents, and throw an awesome party for her. But I know my mom has all sorts of craziness planned for our favorite little red head, and she’s going to have a great time.
Not a day goes by that Little Bro and Little Sissy don’t cross my mind. There is always something that makes me want to call them. A funny joke, something silly one of the puppies did, or a sad story on the news. I hate not being able to reach out and grab them whenever I want to hold them tight. I hate not being able to jump on them in the morning and wake them up (like they did to me so many times when they were babies!). But I know there’s nothing I can do to change that. All I can do is smother them with as much love as I can when I do visit them.