It's a Rerun! Which, if you know me and my sister, is entirely appropriate :) This a post from one year ago today. Happy birthday Cherise!
The suitcase made a tap-tapping sound as I bounced on it’s hard case. I stood on my tip-toes on the wobbly case, peering out the bedroom window. Mam-ma had just announced their arrival and I was eager for a glimpse.
I could see the car. And Daddy. But Mom was still sitting in the car, and she was in her pajamas and robe.
My hair was combed and tidied in barrettes. My clothes were clean and fresh. This moment was important and the joy of the impending introduction was reverberating through my tiny frame and making me jump and wriggle and hop.
I bounced down the hall and out the front door, with Mam-ma holding my hand. Warnings to be careful and quiet played in my ears.
Mom was just sitting and holding and I was curious about that. I pulled up on Daddy’s car door as he unloaded things from the trunk.
Mom smiled at me as I strained to see the bundle everyone was making such a fuss over.
“Come around over here, Cheryl. Quietly.”
I stood at the opened passenger door, relieved that Mom seemed to be just fine.
She pushed back the blanket with these words, “It’s YOUR baby, Cheryl! She’s here!”
It was... A Sister!
From moment one, I was enthralled.
She wriggled and stretched. I gasped, wide eyed.
My VERY OWN baby?!?!
I could hardly contain my joy.
I was called back to Mam-ma’s hand as Dad helped Mom inside. Everyone paraded down the hall to Mom and Dad’s room where Mom lay the tiny baby in the middle of their bed.
I was bounding with excitement.
Mom nodded at me and I (oh so carefully) climbed up beside the waking bundle.
The blanket was falling back and her legs and arms were squirming. She was tiny. And she didn’t have ANY hair. I smiled down at her and our eyes met for the first time.
She reached out towards me and grabbed a handful of my hair. And tugged. I startled with the sudden pain of a hair pull. Everyone laughed and calmed me, assuring me Sweet Sister meant no harm.
Despite the adult take on the situation, I was pretty sure I had seen the first smirk pass across that sweet baby face. (smile) I , to this day, adore that smirk.
It was the first of many moments that would be for us alone. Instantaneously, an understanding. We would know each other in a way no one else ever would.
My world changed forever on that day.
And I am so glad it did.
Happy Birthday, Cherise.
I am forever thankful for you.