June 11, 1990

It's weird to think about our first memories.

Mine were from June 11, 1990.

I remember like three things from that day.

And all of them were HORRIBLE and June 11, 1990 was the worst day of my life (my four-year-old life, that is.)

I had the chicken pox and had to sit in my grandma's bathtub with baking soda and I specifically remember crying and crying and crying because my foot itched SOOOO bad.

It was almost my FOURTH birthday, and I remember that my dad had promised to take me to a park to play. Since I had the chickenpox though, we couldn't go to a park with other kids. We drove from park to park and the feeling of disappointment crashed through my little itchy body every time I saw other kids running or swinging. Onto the next park. Every park was FULL. Where did we end up? In. My. Aunt's. Backyard. To this DAY I remember my dad trying to teach me how to 'pump' on the swing while I cried and cried.

The worst part of June 11,1990?

My mom was gone and everyone kept telling me I couldn't see her. I was being passed from relative to relative and everyone keep saying HAPPY ALMOST 4TH BIRTHDAY! Ya know where my mom was? IN THE HOSPITAL HAVING MY BABY SISTER! and I couldn't be anywhere near them, because I had the chicken pox. and it was my birthday. and i had a strange baby in my house :) Can you say traumatizing for my 4-year-old self? :)

After I got over all of that (years of therapy by the way :) I have realized that June 11, 1990, twenty-one years ago today was actually probably the best day of my little life. :)

The world got introduced to my best friend and little sister!

She is SUCH a blessing to all of our lives, and I am sooo thankful I can call her my sister!

Happy Birthday Sister! <3

did I mention it's her 21st birthday? woohooo. watch out, world ;)