My baby sister, Meghan, turns 18 tomorrow. Joins the world of adulthood. Holy. Crap.
It seems like just yesterday that she was a wee little baby. (Assuredly, there were better pictures of my sweet baby sister - just could not RESIST posting this HOT HOT HOT big hair picture of my aunt Erin - Hi ERWIN! Nana looks a little high. Were these the valium years?)
And now. She's all grow'd up. Engaged to a wonderful guy. Well on her way to GREAT success. We had her party last night.
Here are the three proud older sis's. I (on the right) was 13 when she was born. (Yep. Do the math, pretty please.) The middle sis MELISSA (in the middle - how appropriate) was 14. And the OLDEST sister VANESSA (on the left) was 17. All of us, at one time or another, have been mistaken for Meghan's mommy.
When she was a newborn - racked with colic and never sleeping- she made me not want to have kids. In fact, I vowed that I would never do that to myself. And then she got older. And ate chips and sang to me. At the same time.
And loved her niece and nephew before she knew how to use a toilet.
And then she got even older and helped me wash my car.
And talked on our brother in law's brick cell phone to her broker.
She taught me how to be a mom. Without even trying. I think my kids would thank her if they stopped to think about it.
(This picture really has nothing to do with Meggie's bday- I just could not RESIST posting this rockin' early 90's outfit that my sister Melissa was sporting. Side french braid? Check. Bandeau top in bubblegum pink? Check. Muscle tunic in tie-die? Check.)
I got her this as a gift.
It contained: *A voter registration form; *A booklet on the ABC's of credit; *An alarm clock (yes, my mom still wakes her up.) *a sewing kit; *a get out of jail free card (In the unlikely even she were ever arrested, I promised to come bail her out and not tell our mom- more of a joke than anything) *A strand of big girl pearls with matching pearl earrings *and a daytimer :)
The party was tres fun. This is Miss P laughing her head off.