Days, weeks, months of wonder all behind me as I nervously step into the room. We'd never met though this small detail hadn't kept you from invading my space. Truth be told I didn't want to meet you at all. The smiles spread through the room as I made my way to you, everyone collectively anticipating some Norman Rockwell-esque moment. Next to my, yes MY, mother I sat as she lowered a wriggling lump of blankets towards me. Raising as far as my little body would allow I curiously peered over the edge of all the fluff and there you were.
Anything I knew of love and possession before that moment faded as a strange and wonderful feeling swept over me. This was not my parent's second child. This was not another granddaughter for my grandparents. Not a cousin, not a playmate. In that moment everything else ceased to be. You were my sister and that is all that mattered.
On this cold, blustery day in February I fell in love for the very first time. I knew then, and still know today, there will never be anyone in the whole wide world that could come close to filling the space in my heart that belongs to you. I knew there would never be anyone alive that would be quicker to jump to your defense than I..... though some may feel their loyalty to you rivals mine, let me assure you - that have no idea.
Time and circumstance have brought us here this day in February, twenty-eight years after I vowed I would take care you because you were "my baby". On this, the day of your birth, I celebrate. I celebrate all of the things you were, all of the things you are and all of the things you are yet to be. Of all the gifts that are exchanged in this celebration I have received the most precious. I have been given you as my sister.
I love you, Code.
until next time.....
be kind,
me
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