That day we wondered where the years had gone. It seemed only a blink of an eye since the day she was born, and I could bring back every emotion of that day as if it were just yesterday. I had so much gratitude for the gift of Brenda; a sister for Peter, two years old when she arrived, and a gift which we would unwrap one day at a time for years to come.
God gave us Miss Sociability; an instant connector with people--just like my mum; her Omie. She is hyper-punctual; a little obsessive; an overachiever at whatever she tackle--just like her dad. We are very different, and that is a good thing because I admire and love her for who she is.
And now here we are celebrating the 13th birthday of the baby she bore that February day and I think again, "Where did the years go?"
God gave us Tippy that day long ago: a dreamer; musical; emotional; always quick to perceive and develop catastrophe, and an artist. She has a heart that is terrifying in its tenderness and vulnerability. I pray that God watches over it. I am grateful that we can entrust that heart to him.
She chose the Rainforest Cafe for her special celebration, one week early, because we will be in Israel next week. It was the perfect venue for a party for a girl who still can be found outside howling to coyotes or calling turkeys.
And Tori, the sister who arrived just 13 months after she was born, and who is her closest friend and companion, was there too of course. They look like two peas in a pod and grew up used to being asked, "Are you twins?", and used too, to emphatically stating, "No!"
Tori may look startlingly like Tippy, but they are completely different personalities. Tori is bookish, passionate, and a lover of animals. Her anger and laughter, quick wit and sarcasm all lie close to the surface.
Three generations of mothers and daughters, all of us different but carrying in us the genes of previous mothers and daughters; of family.