My wonderful, smart, loving, GENEROUS, beautiful sister is celebrating her birthday today and I wanted to brag about her a little: Denise was about 12 when I was born (all my siblings are a great deal older than me). Right from the beginning, there was a connection (so I'm told). She was my mom's "little Mommy". She watched over me, fed me, changed me, looked out for me (except when she dropped the sneaker on my head), and loved me like I was her own. It didn't end as I got older. She never stopped looking out for me. She never stopped having my back. She included me in every part of her life and made sure to keep me out of harm's way. She doesn't sugar-coat things, and is very good at putting things into perspective. I can talk to her about anything-good or bad-and she doesn't hold any judgement. She puts herself LAST. A few years ago I packed up and moved myself and her godson away from her just 8 months after he was born. She never asked me not to go, never got angry with me, or pouted about it, just prayed for me and wished me the best. She misses me a lot, (probably more than I realize if she misses me like I miss her). She loves my kids fiercely-I'd bet as much as her own. She is a hard worker. She is a devout Christian. She is a good wife. She is a great mother. She is an amazing person. I love her with every fiber of my being.
Happy Birthday Denise Marie! I hope you know how much you are loved and how proud I am to call you my big sister.
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ok, so I am sitting here bawling my eyes out. with this new job and all of the sports this is the first time i have had a chance to catch up on email and blogs. love you so much it hurts, even though i hate the beach i would love to be there with you guys!! hope you have fun!
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