Today is my beautiful little sister's tenth birthday. To believe that she has actually reached the 'double digits' is so incredible.
I was nine and a half when she was born. I was so excited to think about having a little sister or brother. She was supposed to be born on July 16th, but ended up coming late. Those few weeks of July seemed to just crawl as we waited in anticipation.
The night Mom went into the hospital, Uncle Bob and Victoria stayed at our house with Amy and I. The three of us (Amy, Victoria, and I) had a sleepover in Amy's bottom bunk bed, each of us squishing into the single bed.
At four o'clock that morning, she was born. I slept right through it, although the night before it had taken me forever to get to sleep. Was it going to be a boy or a girl. I tried to tell myself that I would be happy with either, but what little girl doesn't want a baby sister?
The next morning, up we rose. Dad came into the house and told us that mom had a baby.
"Well, what is it?"
"It's a ...... b...... girl!"
Now that precious little baby is a remarkable 10 year old.
Isn't she beautiful? Happy tenth birthday, Molly. I love you with all my heart! It has been such an interesting ten years up till this point, and cannot wait to watch you grow into a beautiful woman!
Love, your big sister.