A long long time ago, in a land that currently feels far far away, I was 13 years old. And all I wanted in life was a baby sister. I had plenty of opportunities for fun in our house that was filled with Lego's, and tractors, and stinky socks, and all the other stuff that accompanied my four brothers...but I longed for cute dresses, girl-talk, and pampering parties.
On the eve of your birth, Mom & Tony packed their bags to go fetch you, our new baby sibling. Just before leaving for the hospital, they asked if I wanted to go along. I wasn't really sure what I was in for, but since I rarely enjoyed missing exciting events, I agreed. Just hours into January 14th, I awoke to a baby screaming and a unanimous, and excited, chorus of, "It's a GIRL!!!!"
I couldn't believe it. It was you. Finally!!!
And I couldn't have dreamed up a better sister.
We started right away with our pampering parties...
And I always wanted our outfits to match.
Dad loved you so much, he made you a dollhouse bed. I was a little jealous, but I got over it.
You were a sweet, caring, and easy-going little girl.
And you grew...
And you grew...
And just when I thought you couldn't become any cuter, or any more beautiful, you did...
See what I mean? :)
And now you've grown into a beautiful teenager!!! You're beautiful on the outside and on the inside. Thank you for being the thoughtful, easy-going, and selfless sister that you are.
I'm so thankful that you are my sister.
I hope that you have a Happy, Happy Birthday!
And I hope that this year is the start of many wonderful memories as a teenager.
I love you!!!
Laramie (and Jamie loves you too! :)