Today my baby sister turns 20. Seems impossible to me that she could already be 20.
Maybe it's because I don't want to be 24. If she grew younger I could too.
I still remember little bits from the day she was born.
Mom took me trick-or-treating. I think I must have been the cowgirl with the horse that year.
I didn't notice this then, but Mom was having contractions the whole time.
She stood at the sidewalk and sent me up to the house.
Must have been a weeknight if Dad wasn't home yet.
They took me to Grandma's on the way to the hospital and told me
I would have a baby brother or sister soon.
I wanted to have a gift to give my mommy when I went to meet the baby.
I found an empty tin my Grandpa used to store his homemade candy during the holidays.
I filled it with white sparkly rocks from the gravel driveway, wrapped it up, and attached a note:
Is it a:
Ah, the mind of a 4 year old.
Grandma and Grandpa took me to the hospital to meet my new sister.
I don't remember what I thought, but in the photos I look smitten.
Mom wanted to name her Taylor. Dad and I said no.
So Katherine Taylor, Katie, it was.
20 years later I am still smitten with my baby sister.
She is beautiful, smart, fun, caring, and strong.
I love her tons.
Happy birthday, baby sister! Have fun, but be good!
love, your big sister, christa