Sister love

 

 

It is the day after the boy's birthday(s).

I was tidying Erin's room while gathering laundry, and found a loose balloon that has been floating around upstairs since Seth's varsity swim banquet six weeks ago.  I was about to pop it when I realized it had been written on.  I assumed it was a note left from one of Erin's friends; there has been a steady stream of teenage girls through our home in the weeks since her 13th birthday.

Imagine my surprise to read this:

Happy 14th birthday, Duncan!

Words can't describe how much I miss you.  I know I never met you, but I still love you with all of my heart. Sometimes I think about what you would have been like but it wouldn't compare to you actually being here. I would have liked you the best if you here.

I know you watch over me every day and I am so thankful for that. Almost every day, I wish you were here. I definitely wish for me to have met you, but I will one day. I can't process that you are 14 years old! Just know that you are missed very very much.

I also hope that your tree in Nashville is growing strong.  I am so thankful that our church did that for you.  I know that you are missed every day.  I still wish that you were here with me, but you are watching me.  I know that I keep repeating stuff, but it is because you are loved and missed greatly. 

Fly high every day.  Fly high. I love you so much! Happy birthday, Duncan!

with joy and love from your younger sister Erin

 I mean, you guys.  Really?  She's mine? I half-created this amazing young woman? Just wow.