It is the birthday of my sister Sheila. If you asked me how old she was, I would have to work the formula back from my age to tell you. For my siblings and me, my parents managed some interesting number combinations in both the dates of our births and the number of years between us. Let\u2019s just say that she is younger than Sean and me but older than Patrick. <\/p>\n
When my mother was pregnant with Sean, I was aware of what was going on in the simplest of terms. With Sheila, I had a much better idea of what was going on. I can remember sitting on the bed next to Mom and feeling Sheila either kick or punch my hand on my mother\u2019s belly. It was an amazing feeling. <\/p>\n
I was informed after she was born that if I wanted to know what I looked like as a baby then just look at her. My parents even dated some of the photos so they would know who was who. There are some photos that are still a toss up as to which one of us it is.<\/p>\n
Not so much a problem now as we have both grown into our individual selves. I\u2019m taller and she is skinnier. She can still wear clothing from high school. When we went shopping for our bridesmaid\u2019s outfits for my brother\u2019s wedding, his fianc\u00e9 (now wife of almost 20 years) asked to switch Sheila\u2019s body with hers just to try on some dresses. Sheila declined because she knew if she had, she wouldn\u2019t get her body back. Of course the entire conversation was absurd from the get go but it sounded very serious in tone and content.<\/p>\n
Shelia is always willing to pitch in where needed. Sometimes I think she sublimates her wishes\/wants to make others happy but she is happy when she can help. I have tossed her up on stage with me and others for both plays and masquerade entries with little to no prep and she had done splendidly. She is a born performer. <\/p>\n
I love her very much and am proud of her and her accomplishments. <\/p>\n
Happy Birthday Sheila! or, as I use to write it before the advent of auto correct, Happy Brithday. Hope the day is extra nice to you.<\/p>\n
love your sister,
\nKath<\/p>\n
I am grateful that Sheila is my sister.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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