Has it been this long since I held you for the first time? Since that joyous morning when I walked into Mom and Dad’s bedroom after hearing them calling us, meeting you for the first time? You were so sweet, with long fingers and toes and curly hair.
I’ve always loved your name. In fact, I named my favorite doll Abbie
when I was two or three years old. For awhile Lizzy held to the notion
that you were actually named after the doll. It took us quite a bit to
convince her that you weren’t.
Six years. I blink, and all of a sudden you’re no longer a baby.
Time seems like such a vapor sometimes, and it just keeps getting
I recall my sixth birthday. We had a birthday party – my first one
with friends over – and played musical chairs and
pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey and raced each other for prizes of silly
putty and multi-colored pens. One of the little boys tried to scare me
with a worm, but at that age I loved worms and snakes and reptiles.
And I felt like such a big kid.
I look at you and I know that I wasn’t really big, but I’m not
surprised to see you thinking you are. You watch me and help me and
feed me skittles and give me pictures and I feel like I’m watching
myself at age six. How is it that time goes so fast?
Wasn’t I just doing that? How come you’re big enough to do it?
It’s mind boggling, and I don’t want to blink because then you’ll be in
high school (and we won’t talk about how old I’ll be!) and life is so
You’ve grown so much since the times I would hold you in Church and
you’d suddenly let out an excited shriek, since the times you chewed and
slobbered on everyone’s shoulders.
Every day I see you growing in grace and knowledge and sometimes
craziness, and I’m so glad you’re my sister. So glad God has given us
this time together, however quickly it may seem to pass.
You are a wonderful sister to me, and I’m lovin’ every minute of it.
Happy Sixth Birthday, Abbie!