Yesterday was the first day of Spring! I’m so excited about the prospect of warmer temps and the season’s colors.
Today is my little sister, Sharon’s birthday.
She is 39 and holding!
I remember the day Sharon was born. Her birth is the first one I really remember much about. I was almost 6 years old. I recall standing in the kitchen watching my father call person after person saying “It’s a girl”. You remember the days when people didn’t know “what” they were having?
Sharon is all grown up now, a nurse by trade, and a momma by heart. She has four children who are highly entertaining.
I think she gets all the medical-related phone calls from our family members (I’m guilty of seeking info myself). Her days are filled with sports and dance and all the things that come with being a mom. Her oldest is graduating from high school and heading to college this year, so she’s entering new heart territory.
If you asked Sharon what being my sister was like… one thing she’d tell you was how I used to be obsessed with getting the supper dishes finished before people were pretty much even done with their last bite. I was all about sleep during my high school years. I’d be asleep most school nights by 7 or 8 PM – depending on whether or not “Magnum PI” was on. Magnum in 1980 was akin to Jack Bauer in 2009 to me. Anyway, when Sharon didn’t respond as eagerly as I hoped… she’d get pelted in the face with warm soapy water from the dish brush. I’m sure she can recall lots of other sisterly things I did that my memory has selectively erased at this stage of my life.
I love being from a big family… and I’m blessed to have five sisters.
L-R: Valerie #4, Me #6, Sharon #9 (the birthday girl), Mom, and Suzanne #3 (she just had her birthday on March 15) Sisters not pictured: Cathy #1 and Kristin #11
It’s so hard to believe so much time has passed…
Happy Birthday, Sharon.
I love you!