August 16, 2010
Thirty-two years ago today, around 3 pm, (Mom and I argue about the time…it was 2:59 by the way), my life changed forever. On that day, my little sister was born. I was almost 11 and for all those years I had been an only child. There was nobody to have to share my “stuff” with, nobody tagging along with me and nobody to look after. I was excited, but had no idea what was in store around the corner. I remember the day mom went to the hospital. I almost caused trouble when I went down the road to try to get a dog from under a neighbor’s house. Well, maybe it was not my fault…mom and dad did not tell me that Paula was on the way. They took me to my Aunt Polly and Uncle Sid’s house to stay until the “bundle of joy” arrived. It was there that I wrecked my bike trying to hurry back to the house to get the call that Paula was here. I still have the scars to prove it! But never the less, the call came and Paula was here. She was so cute when she came home and I soon realized that all the things that others dread were not in store for me. There were so many years between us that she did not want to play with the toys that I had…oh except for the Tonka truck she cracked me in the head with, she did not want to tag along with me and when she did it was OK because I was looking out for my little sister. As we got older, it was neat to be able to “baby sit” her when mom and dad had to leave. And when school started, people would say, “Oh, you must be Phil’s sister.” By the way, she did not like that I think. That was OK, because after I had graduated, I had lost my identity at school because then I became, “Paula’s brother.”
Then came her graduation and she moved to Wilmington and I hated not seeing her as often. All would be good, however, because she moved to Greenville after graduation from college, (which for your sake, Paula, we will not go in to) and then I realized what little sisters were all about! When she moved back her most important role in the family was that of “Aunt Paula”. She let the boys spend the night with her and of course she let them do what they wanted….stayed up late, ate sweets, slept on the sofa and have the “good pillow”! Let’s not even talk about the stuff she bought them. It has been great to have her play such a big part in my boy’s lives. Of course I still give her a hard time…but that is what big brothers are for, right? Yes, thirty-two years ago my life was changed…but for the better! I can’t imagine my life without my little sister in it. She is the best ever…if you don’t believe me, just ask my sons! Happy Birthday Paula, we love you…and it is OK that you are the favorite!
Thirty-two years ago today, around 3 pm, (Mom and I argue about the time…it was 2:59 by the way), my life changed forever. On that day, my little sister was born. I was almost 11 and for all those years I had been an only child. There was nobody to have to share my “stuff” with, nobody tagging along with me and nobody to look after. I was excited, but had no idea what was in store around the corner. I remember the day mom went to the hospital. I almost caused trouble when I went down the road to try to get a dog from under a neighbor’s house. Well, maybe it was not my fault…mom and dad did not tell me that Paula was on the way. They took me to my Aunt Polly and Uncle Sid’s house to stay until the “bundle of joy” arrived. It was there that I wrecked my bike trying to hurry back to the house to get the call that Paula was here. I still have the scars to prove it! But never the less, the call came and Paula was here. She was so cute when she came home and I soon realized that all the things that others dread were not in store for me. There were so many years between us that she did not want to play with the toys that I had…oh except for the Tonka truck she cracked me in the head with, she did not want to tag along with me and when she did it was OK because I was looking out for my little sister. As we got older, it was neat to be able to “baby sit” her when mom and dad had to leave. And when school started, people would say, “Oh, you must be Phil’s sister.” By the way, she did not like that I think. That was OK, because after I had graduated, I had lost my identity at school because then I became, “Paula’s brother.”
Then came her graduation and she moved to Wilmington and I hated not seeing her as often. All would be good, however, because she moved to Greenville after graduation from college, (which for your sake, Paula, we will not go in to) and then I realized what little sisters were all about! When she moved back her most important role in the family was that of “Aunt Paula”. She let the boys spend the night with her and of course she let them do what they wanted….stayed up late, ate sweets, slept on the sofa and have the “good pillow”! Let’s not even talk about the stuff she bought them. It has been great to have her play such a big part in my boy’s lives. Of course I still give her a hard time…but that is what big brothers are for, right? Yes, thirty-two years ago my life was changed…but for the better! I can’t imagine my life without my little sister in it. She is the best ever…if you don’t believe me, just ask my sons! Happy Birthday Paula, we love you…and it is OK that you are the favorite!
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