Baby Sister #1

I’ve been wanting to blog about my sisters. Today, I’ll start with baby sister #1

Leslie, oh Leslie. Don’t call her LeZZZlie. She hates it! Leslie was born when I was 3 ½ years old. I recall helping change her diaper a time or two. I remember her first birthday like it was yesterday. My Mom and I MADE, yes…MADE a Minnie Mouse piñata for it. I don’t know how much help I was, but I remember it. My mom dressed me in a jean vest and jeans for it…CLASSY. Leslie is the “adopted” sister, because she has light skin and blue eyes. For the most part we got along growing up. Except for the occasional tug-of-war with hair, a swift kick in the stomach (sorry, Les) or ripping her favorite Bratz poster and then trying to tape it up after the guilt struck. She reminds me of ripping her Bratz poster often, oh and she also reminds my husband. I am ALSO sure that she will one day tell all my children about it too. The age difference didn’t keep us out of each other’s closets in our teen years. Sometimes it was fun, sometimes it was WAR. Leslie was the kind to come home from school, start some music in her room…and STAY in there. A few weeks ago I told Ben that I made Leslie walk to the JR. High in middle of winter once for making me mad that morning as we got ready for school. I literally had a moat around my eyes as I told him the short story of my evilness. Leslie has grown into such a lady. She is the mom of two...........two Pomeranians. Although she abandoned one fur baby she has been an excellent fur momma to Meeko. Leslie is THEE SARCASM QUEEN of our family. She is beautiful. I swear she couldn’t look ugly if she tried. She is straight forward and makes an amazing friend to anyone that reaches out to her. Some days I wish I could rewind the time. It simply has gone by too fast. Distance may keep us from hanging out with each other every day or making a coffee run together, but I do know that we have only grown closer to each other over the years and will continue to do so. I love you, baby sister #1.