Sarah
I had my party this weekend. Rather than just a casual cookout, it was a pig roast surprise party for my sister. It was a perfect day and she was surprised and there were no problems and everyone either had fun or lied and said they did. I became way too frazzled after everyone started arriving and didn't get things done exactly as I would have liked. The decorations didn't go exactly where I wanted, the food table wasn't just so and every guest wasn't welcomed the right way. But, it was still ok. Everyone just began eating whenever, some not even waiting for the pig to be done. If they had all been sitting at their tables, silently waiting, I would have said in a quiet voice, "can I have everyone's attention please?" Then before I would have told then the food was ready, I would have said this:
When we were little, we used to love hearing what we would have been named if born the opposite sex. My mom would have liked to name my brother Sunshine, Sunny for short, if he had been a girl. I love calling him my little sunshine, but I'm glad he wasn't a girl, because the real sunshine in this family is Sarah. No one can brighten my day like her. No one can make me smile like her. In my mind, she is a bright yellow ball of happiness and everything she comes in contact with is a little better off afterwards. I know she doesn't always feel that happy, but that doesn't stop her from making others feel special.
When I had to tell Sarah that my dad had cancer throughout his whole body, I couldn't. I only told her bits and pieces. I couldn't tell her the whole truth- that there was no way he'd survive. She did not appreciate that deception, she thinks I feel she can't handle things like that. That's not exactly true. I just couldn't bring myself to hurt her. She's the one we all look to for joy, how could I take away one of her sources for that joy?
Thankfully, she stills finds that joy and passes it out to us daily. She still brightens evey room that she enters, and manages to make us all feel a little more special, a little more happy, a little more loved. This party was meant to give some of that sunshine back to her, to try to brighten her day a little, like she's done for us every day that we've known her.
Happy Birthday, Belle, you old fart.
When we were little, we used to love hearing what we would have been named if born the opposite sex. My mom would have liked to name my brother Sunshine, Sunny for short, if he had been a girl. I love calling him my little sunshine, but I'm glad he wasn't a girl, because the real sunshine in this family is Sarah. No one can brighten my day like her. No one can make me smile like her. In my mind, she is a bright yellow ball of happiness and everything she comes in contact with is a little better off afterwards. I know she doesn't always feel that happy, but that doesn't stop her from making others feel special.
When I had to tell Sarah that my dad had cancer throughout his whole body, I couldn't. I only told her bits and pieces. I couldn't tell her the whole truth- that there was no way he'd survive. She did not appreciate that deception, she thinks I feel she can't handle things like that. That's not exactly true. I just couldn't bring myself to hurt her. She's the one we all look to for joy, how could I take away one of her sources for that joy?
Thankfully, she stills finds that joy and passes it out to us daily. She still brightens evey room that she enters, and manages to make us all feel a little more special, a little more happy, a little more loved. This party was meant to give some of that sunshine back to her, to try to brighten her day a little, like she's done for us every day that we've known her.
Happy Birthday, Belle, you old fart.
posted by Mrs.B at 9:16 AM
2 Comments:
That's beautiful, Tracee.
What's her nickname?
Why do you have to make me cry AGAIN??
I couldn't ask for a better sister - or a better family than what I have. Well, maybe some of them :-). Thank you, my sister, for everything that you have done, not just now, but always. You always find a way to make things OK even when they're not, you always find a way to throw the perfect party, make the perfect dish, and give the best advice. I just told Chris that you are one of the smartest people that I know (ha ha... I just told Chris...why do I have to add that in there? Do you care that I just told him?). I am so lucky to have you and can not thank you enough. I do love you, Spacey. All right, stop being so dang sappy. Oh, and I had to sign in as anonymous because I can't remember my password for the life of me and Ihave spent FAR too long trying to recover it. Stoopid website. Noice!!!!
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