Thank you Mommy for the beautiful baby.
I peered over the backseat of the car at the hospital entrance.
My mom lowered into the car carrying a white bundle with a pink face.
“Thank you Mommy for the beautiful baby.”
Ten days before turning three and that’s one of my first memories.
My sister grew up to be a CPA, lifer cheerleader, VP of Zeta Tau Alpha at UF, Spelling Bee finalist of Orange County.
I was the dreamer, journal-er. The opposite of her natural organizing skills.
The birthday card I bought yesterday lies beside me on the kitchen counter.
* * *
July 3.
Today is my sister’s birthday.
I was trying to find a picture of us even though the last time together was spring break.
This is all I could find.
We went tubing for my birthday last July. That is her profile. And Betsy, a friend.
I was further upstream trying to keep track of a seven year old who loved getting on and off his raft.
* * *
She is a wonderful mother of two boys. A great wife to a great guy she met at Florida.
She works from home using her accounting mastermind.
I get confused with automatic bill pay...
She is coming to visit next week.
And I’m taking that camera everywhere we go.
