I miss hearing you say "Annie tell me the story about when you first saw me". How you loved to hear about the day you were born and how Dad, Wiggy and I went to the hospital to see you and Mom. How upset I was when we arrived only to find we werent allowed inside the hospital to see you. So we stood outside on the front lawn looking up at the tall brick building searching the windows for our new baby sister. There you were all bundled up in Moms arms held in the window for us to see. Tears filled my eyes and a sobbed as my shoulders shaked uncontrollably. The nurse seeing two little girls holding the hands of their father crying to see thier Mother and new baby sister, said ok they can come up but only for a moment. We rushed inside the hospital, up the elevator and to the large double doors, where we stood anxiously awaiting to meet you. Minutes felt like hours and 31 years later, I still can see every detail of the white double doors, that seperated us. At once they opened and in front of me was Mom, in her arms, a bundle of blankets. She tipped her arms forward and leaned torwards me, as I stood on my tiptoes I could see hair peeking up from the blankets, there you were, all wrapped up nothing but your sweet little face peering out from the blanket. You were asleep, your eyes closed ever so lightly, whisper light eyelashes lined those big beautiful eyes. You were beautiful, the most perfect person I had ever seen. At that very moment I loved you and knew life was a miracle. You were the prettiest baby I had ever seen, my baby sister, Birdie! I don't remember how many times you asked to hear that story, but it was your favorite, it is mine too!
Love you baby sister! I miss you, and our stories.