Thirty Four Weeks. 42 Days to go…
There are many people in this world that i couldnt live without, many people who are part of my life that i simply would not know what to do with myself if i didnt have them around, if they wernt there to talk to when i needed them.
There are many people in my life that have helped make me who i am today, been there for me when i needed them most of all , and there are many people who have touched me and guided me in ways that i may never be able to repay.
But i have to say that there is only one person in my world who i truly will never be able to thank enough, one person who when i say i couldnt live without i mean it with every ounce of my very being… There is but one person in my life who i know will come to my rescue when everyone else has given up on me, and there is one person who i know that even if i betrayed or let down in the worst possible way would be there for me in my darkest hour…
One person who i know no matter what will always be my rock.
My sister.
For the past 28 years my sister has been there for me no matter what.
When i cried in my crib it was my sister who played spider man and climbed into my cot to keep me company…
On my first day of school, she held my hand as we walked through the gates together.
As we travelled the world with our parents, it was my sister who had the patience to explain the sites in kid lingo to me.
When i was scared at night, it was my sister who came into my bed and made sure i was ok.
When my mother sat us on her lap and told us she had cancer, it was my sister who squeezed my hand and told me it would be ok.
When we were left at our gandparents house while our mother went into another operation, it was my sister who kept me company, and waited paitently with me.
As we drove to the hospital the day my mother died, it was my sister who pointed out the double rainbow to me, and told me that my mother was watching over us now.
My first kiss, my high school graduation, my first job, my wedding…. She was there for me, when i needed somone, i had my sister – always.
And last year, when i needed someone most of all, when everything was against me, when i wanted to give up, when i wanted to kill myself, when i thought i had nothing, when i hated my husband and everything in my life…
I had my sister.
and when i have this precious miracle of mine, when i am scared and dont know who to turn to, i will have my sister. When i go into labor and my husband faints, i will have my sister… When i dont know how to feed, when it all gets to much, i know i will have my sister
She was there for me through it all, and she will be there for me through what is yet to come – no matter what… And i honestly dont think i could have done it or will be able to do it without her.
And i know that no matter what i do it will never be enough to thank her, and i know that no matter how many words i write it will never be enough to let her to know just how much she means to me, and just how much having her in my life really matters…
So today Mrs Angell, on your 30th Birthday i simply say…
To my dearest sister,
Thank you.
Love from a sister that will never be able to find enough of the right words to ever thank you for all that you have been for her.
Please help me to thank my beautiful sister by RT this post, and wishing @MrsAngell a wonderful 30th Birthday!
We love you lady! (More than you’ll ever know…)
A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost. Anon
