On Friday night, I went to my dad’s house. When I left, I cried nearly the entire way back to my dorm. I cried happy, grateful tears; we were normal and functional for one evening, and it was lovely.
I am so appreciative of the twins, who make being there infinitely easier. They are such wonderful distractions, and give me something to connect with my dad about. In between helping to make dinner, I spent the evening building blanket forts with three year olds, answering to cries of “Yissa! Come play with me!” “Help, Yissa! There’s a monster!” and “Look what I did!” I played with Barbies and played dress-up, and cuddled with my siblings on the couch while we all watched a movie with our dad.
I lovebeing their sister. They have made my life so much better, and I can’t imagine Christian and McKenna not being a part of it. Alex too. When I go to my dad and Lynn’s house, and they yell my name when I walk in the door because they’re so excited to see me… it’s just the neatest feeling. To be loved and wanted just because, and for no other reason than the fact that I am their sister… to have everything I do be good enough… it’s amazing. I love that they want to spend time with me. I love that they want to tell me things. To listen to Alex drone on and on… and on… about whatever video game he happens to have just finished playing, or whatever stupid trading card game he’s collecting cards for, is fabulous because I know he’s telling me about the things that are most important to him at the moment. I like that he wants to share those things with me.
I don’t know… I’m just feeling awfully blessed this morning. And really grateful that God didn’t have me be an only child…
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