I wanted a little sister. Really badly.
So, when my mom told me she was pregnant, I automatically had hoped it was a girl. I hoped so much in fact, that I had deemed the baby in my mama's tummy "Lulu".
Oh yes, in the first 9 months of Holt's life he was known as "Lulu".
*snicker*
I wanted a little sister so badly....
And then I found out that it was a boy...
It was different than I imagined it being.
I had envisioned dolls and dress up clothes. And while there was a great deal of that, there were also trucks and baseballs.
I was four and a half when he was born. I put on a show in the hospital for everyone that lasted for hours and consisted of the same story line sung over and over again. We have it on video. Not my finest moment.
He was born on the 12th of December in 2002. And on the 12th of December, more than baseballs and trucks entered my life.
Holt Reid Jones did.
He and I were close from the moment he was born. He looked up to me, and I adored him. He went everywhere with me, and we played all the time. His nickname for me was "Nina" and he would yell across the house for me when he wanted me. I would laugh at his jokes, and he would laugh at mine. We were close.
I don't exactly know when it happened, but I think it was somewhere when I was about 11 and he was 7. We went through a rough patch of arguing and fighting.
It lasted a looonnnnggg time.
About six months ago, he gained a sense of humor (much like mine) and we are extremely close again.
I love him.
And I know he loves me, even if I mess up his hair, call him "Lulu" and poke him in the forehead from time to time.
The moment he made me a big sister, my life changed. And I love every minute of it.
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