Sorry - I owe a million comments by now. I have grand plans to catch up on Sunday!
Please forgive me for sneaking in this quick post to wish a
Very Happy Birthday to the best little sister!
From what I understand, she got her long-distance little butt over here and we are set for a day of girly fun!
(That is, if I can shake this stubborn flu… yeah, “Happy Birthday Sis, lemme give you a nice cough!”)
It is hard to believe three decades have passed since this little munchkin obliterated my only-child status.
She was one of those kids who was born smiling, always happy, and always working on mischief.
She looked just like our very own life-size Kewpie doll. I think she was 2 years old before she had enough hair to rock a mohawk.
She talked early. She read early. She skipped walking and learned to run early.
(Oh, and Mom… do we need to have a discussion about what happened with my bangs in that picture???)
Let me tell you: this girl is one of the most genuine and compassionate people you’ll meet.
She spent her childhood amidst all the craziness of my sudden deafness. I lost my hearing when she was two-weeks old – she’s never known any different than to live with someone who has a disability.
Can you imagine? Our games of hide-and-seek consisted of her immediately spotting me and telling me she could hear the sound of my breath. Then me wandering the house looking for her as she yelled at the top of her lungs for ten minutes,
“I’m right here! I’m in the closet! You just walked past me!”
Oh trust me, my mother didn’t get a break. Ever had to deal with this particular grievance?
“Moooooommmmmmm! Rachel won’t look at me! She turned her hearing aid off! Make her listen!!!”
Ju was absolutely the missing piece to our family. Her laugh is infectious and her sense of humor has never been tempered by the hard things she’s survived.
You’re beautiful Ju – inside and out.
I want to be like you when I grow up.
Love you like crazy – happy birthday baby girl.