My Girls

My little baby sisters are all grown up. I feel like a proud parent of a sort. From the age of 12 - 15, my mom had three baby girls. I was quick to learn how difficult babies can be, especially when there's three of them. Occasionally, strangers mistook me for a teenage mother, which would mortify me.

Kim was the oldest and my live baby doll. One baby was almost easy, three babies was another story. My brother and I helped my mom with raising the girls. It really does take a village. At times I act more like a parent than a sister, which can be difficult for the girls (Kim especially) to take.

But hey, I got them dressed, kissed their knees, and wiped their tears. I splashed with them in the kiddie pool. I got sweet little notes from them when I was far away. Here's one from Kim in December of 1999. She was about to turn 9:



Now she's picking out colleges and getting her senior pictures taken. I can't believe they are now young women, all of them unique and incredibly intelligent. Kim is a force to be reckoned with. It's true what they say, they grow up so fast.

Happy 18th Birthday Kim. I love you like my own.