Happy Birthday, Ami!!

There was a little snow on the ground 33 years ago today when my baby sister was born.  But I wasn't excited about the snow, no.  I was excited about my baby!!  I was 9 years old and I had prayed for a little sister from the day Mama and Daddy told me and Ricky that we were expecting.  I prayed every day, "Lord, just give me a baby sister.  I already have a rotten brother. I don't want another one." And back then, they couldn't do sonograms to see if babies were boys or girls so I just had to wait. And wait and wait and wait.  She took forever getting here!

I remember how over the moon I was the day she was born and Daddy came to Grandma's to tell us we had a GIRL and to get us and take us to the hospital to see Mama and the baby.  I don't even remember seeing Mama at all but I remember the first time I saw Ami. When I peered through that nursery window at Sumter Regional Hospital, I thought she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen with her pink baby skin and that little bit of red fuzz on top of her head. 

I remember when we brought her home, Mama let me carry her all over the house and I showed her the kitchen, the bathroom, my bedroom, my toys and I told her I couldn't wait for her to get big enough to play with me. 

That seems more like 10 years ago than 33 to me. Brian took this picture of us last night at her family birthday party.  I put my arm around her and said, "This is my baby."

She was when I was 9 and she still is today.

Happy Birthday, sissy!!  I love you very much!!