I wish I had a picture for you. I don’t, so close your eyes. She’s about two, a cute little blond bob with wispy bangs and a round face. Round glasses sit on her nose above her all-knowing smile. She has donned a purple swimming suit which you can’t miss because it covers her very round tummy which pokes out prominently. She was chubby and adorable to look at. She was a bossy, sassy-pants when she opened her mouth. She carried a purse with her wherever she went and it inevitably contained a notebook and writing utensil as she was constantly writing notes. They were usually about how mean her mom was, although she was the only one who could read them. My dad told us it was not nice to call people fat, or chubby, so he told us we could use the term, “pleasantly plump,” when referring to our youngest sister.
That was then.
Today she is still blond, but the hair is longer and her face is thinner. Her smile is still holds some unknown secrets as she rarely spills her whole heart. Her chub morphed into strength, both physical and emotional and she has gorgeous curves my body will never know. Her sense of fashion has stayed with her and is manifested in the zillion pair of shoes she owns and she has deemed entire shelves for the purses she still carries with her wherever she goes. She can rock a ski parka, a bike jersey, a classy cardi or a hoodie all with ease. She was independent then and is today. She is not afraid of work and she has dreams. She understands that to make them come true, she has to go get them. She may appear reserved but she loves with her whole heart. She has left pieces of her heart in several countries as she has served and given to numerous children whose lives are better because of her and her dreams. She has also loved boys, a decent number of them, and learned about herself through each relationship, I believe. She is better than she has ever been, more balanced, more practical and perhaps kinder. She doesn’t judge. Well, that’s not true. Let’s say she’s honest. She’ll usually give it to you straight but she’ll also love you for just being you. She’s ok with flaws and doesn’t let them define a person. She is thoughtful and was meant to be an aunt before a mother. She is the person my husband chose to leave our children to if we happen to leave this earth prematurely. We have lot of people, so that’s saying something.
I think she has found her happy. She has found a little happy in each of her adventures, and I think she’ll continue to do so, but a big piece of her happy has finally slipped into place and I think his heart is as big as hers. He radiates and together they are going to be unstoppable. Together they are going to make amazing things happen, assuming she can keep that bossy, sassy-pants girl at bay and stay focused on her dreams, which she has proven is possible. She is reliable and hilarious. She is organized and beautiful. She holds her passport as a dear possession and her nieces and nephews just as close. She is the loveliest youngest sister a girl could ask for and I hope her happy lasts forever and ever.