She was already two (nearly three!) when I was born. She was my very first friend ever, and taught me that Mommy's name was "Mommy" and not "Mama," and that drawings of people should be made of more than just sticks and a circle head. In fact, one time, the health nurse wanted her to draw a picture of a person for her, and this certain girl decided to mix things up a little, and draw a person made entirely of blocks. Just to mess with the nurse. She taught me everything she knew, because she was born a teacher. She taught me history, Calculus, and not to pull the emergency brake while she was trying to drive in an icy parking lot. And not to deflect the latter situation by exclaiming "I love you!" She taught me that love is an action, and not just a word.
We've shared a room, we've shared clothes, we've shared several cars, and we share a certain inflection in our voices when we mean business.
On the day before my wedding, she drove me around to all my different errands (hair appointment, allergy shot) and kept a little notepad to remember all the happy and funny things that happened that day.
And today is her birthday. If you know who she is, you should drop by her blog (and maybe also help her in her quest to save Veronica Mars), or send her an e-mail and wish her a very happy birthday.
(With love from her "swister.")
3 comments:
Umm is the person in question loved by many JCs? I think I might know.
She IS one of the JCs! And she's loved by many JCs, too!
I wish my initials were JC. Alas, they never will be.
Happy birthday, swister by association!
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