Amy,
Remember me? I think you might know me, in fact I believe we met in some womb somewhere. Yes, yes in fact I’m sure of it. One might even say we’re sisters. Ask your children, I’m sure they’ll recall something of our relation.
Still nothing? Come on you remember me. Close your eyes and think back…can you see two 4 year olds sitting at the back door watching the light show of a bug zapper? Fast forward a few years and feel the cold of your 3rd grade desk against your cheek, can you hear the voice of Hank the Cowdog in the back ground? I can.
Too far back? How about something more recent. Try grabbing a tree branch and leading your own “Tree Parade”.
Or remember when you lived in Dalhart and I would stop by your trailer wearing my K-Bob’s uniform? We would go get a snow cone from Melanie in between my shifts. Then you moved back to Springfield. I was so pitiful when you left, I cried so hard I couldn’t breath.
Remember holding the phone to your ear as I told you I was pregnant with Kaleb? You danced for me. I did that same dance later when you first told me you were pregnant. My heart broke for you when you miscarried; once again my tears took away my breath. Later you announced a third pregnancy, this time it was too scary to dance. Oh but I danced 9 months later as I waited for the first picture of Jeremiah to load on my monitor.
Remember the looks the two of us got a few years later as we walked through the Wonders of Wildlife with both our belly’s bulging. It was May and Joshua and Sarah weren’t far away. With all the attention we identical expecting moms got we might as well have have been one of the exhibits there.
Awh yes it’s coming back to you now. You do remember me. I understand you’re a bit busy and perhaps a bit worn. I know you have limited “minutes” and limited sleep; being a mom/student/chaplain candidate/army wife/web master sure can take it out of ya. Oh, but hey! I’ve got an idea, give your ole’ sis a call, an email, an IM or even drop me a post card. Let me know you’re out there and how you’re doing. I love you and I miss you.
Link: Are you sisters or twins?
Tuesday, 27. February 2007
She is really busy right now, I know. I have been trying to let her know I’m alive ever since we were attacked earlier today and spent most of the day on lockdown, and one of our Soldiers here was killed. Next week she won’t be quite as busy.
Funny how all the headlines are Cheney unhurt in attack at Afghanistan air base. I guess it is either irrelevant or too normal that 24 people are dead because he was targeted.
Tuesday, 27. February 2007
So glad to hear from you! I’ve been wondering how you are all day. I told Mom you need to send out “I’m alive” or a “It wasn’t me” email each time something like that happens.
FYI: The news coverage I watched this morning mentioned not only how Cheney was fine but that his being targeted was the direct result of others deaths. They didn’t say how many just that there was one American.
Stay safe, we love you!
Wednesday, 28. February 2007
Turns out… your phone can actually dial my number too. And I’m pretty sure you have my email address.
Happy Tree Day!
Wednesday, 28. February 2007
Yes, my phone can dial yours and then I can hear the lovely message that’s not even recorded in your own voice.