34 Years Ago today...

I was at the Ice Capades. My mom was in labor. I was 14 years old and excited beyond belief. My new brother/hopefully sister was going to be born. I already had 4 brothers and figured it was my turn to have a sister. God had other things in mind though and I ended up with another brother.

Chris was a sweetie. I claimed him as my own. I held that little bugger as much as I could and kept him close. I loved him so much I could hardly stand it. My parents might have had plans for him but so did I. I was going to make sure that he had the childhood that I didn't and he was going to have fun. I wasn't allowed to go to movies growing up and I missed out on classic Disney movies. I didn't have the joyful memories of Sleeping Beauty, The Absent Minded Professor, etc like my other friends. I had to watch them on tv. I was determined that Chris would not suffer the neglected important things that I had.

I brought him to movies. I bought him things. I read to him. I loved him so much. He was my little Chrissie. I made him clothes and played with him. I loved being a big sister to a little baby. It was wonderful. The most wonderful part was knowing that here was someone that I knew who would love me and accept me for me. I put up with being squirted in the face. It only took once and I learned to cover the shooter. I changed poopie diapers. I fed him. I took care of him and I loved him. It was worth it all because he loved me too.

I still love him and thank God for him. He was such a wonderful gift to me and he gave me an even greater gift when he married his wife and I finally got my sister that I had been waiting for. The two of them and their kids are a joy and blessing to me.

God blessed me with wonderful parents, wonderful brothers and even though I had to wait a long time wonderful sisters who I love very much.

Happy Birthday Chris.

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