This is my Lil sis and baby girl (who looks more like her than me). Aren't they beautiful!
Here, my darling Ainsley sleeps
peacefully in her Aunt Buffie’s arms. During this quiet moment, I am blessed by the BEAUTY
Of these two . . . Surely, the two most beautiful girls I know – my baby sister and my sweet baby girl.
Photo: July 2, 2005
Journaling: August 2, 2005
My sister, Buffie, is 9 years, 3 months and 8 days younger than me. For years, she joked that I was more like another parent to her than a sister. I bet she never knew how right she was! Having this baby sister was, in fact, my first glimpse of motherhood. She was *my* Buffie. From the moment she was born I loved to care for her, dress her, and brush her hair. I doted on her, protected her, and loved her fiercely. Buffie relished the attention, but I bet she can’t even begin to imagine how deeply I loved her. Surely, not until she becomes a mother herself! My dreams for this little sister of mine were even larger than my own. Because of her, my own dream was to one day get married, raise a family, and hopefully, have a little girl just like her – with blue eyes and strawberry blond hair. Buffie is no longer the little girl I used to hold in my arms. Now, she is a smart, independent 25 year old. She is witty, courageous, hilarious, sassy, and sweet. She has a style that is all her own. She is comfortable in her own skin, and successful in her own right. No longer a little girl, but a happy, interesting, and beautiful woman whom I feel honored to call my friend. It is pure joy watching my baby sis make her dreams come true. And it is surreal to realize in this moment that my dreams have come true, as well. At 35, I’m married to the man of my dreams who has given me three precious children – the youngest of which is this blue-eyed, strawberry blond beauty snuggled lovingly into her Aunt Buffie’s arms.