Happy Happy Birthday you sexy momma! Remember when I tried to be cool like you and start running and it took me weeks to get up to 9 miles and I get a text from you out of the blue, "oh yeah I haven't run in like a year but I just busted out 12 miles. No big deal." Sigh...I'll never keep up! :-)
I do not have a lot of memories of us growing up together or crazy cottage cheese stories to share. I do not have any paper route memories with you nor do I have emotional scares attributed to 'sister fights' that many sisters share. (Those come from other sisters who will remain mysteriously nameless).
I do, however, remember your example, your strength, and your incredible selflessness that I have yet to see mirrored by anyone that I know. I remember when I was serving my mission in Puerto Rico. I had a rough start and craved, as any and all missionaries do, letters and packages and any hint that the life I left behind remembered, or if I was lucky, even missed me. I had just been transferred to a new area and into a new companionship after leaving a rather difficult one. I was tired and weak. One day, my companion and I checked the mail where I found a package slip indicating that a precious package awaited my pickup at the local post office. Who was the package from? Of course, my dear, sweet sister. December was around the corner and it was clear this was a Christmas package. Confused as to why this package was sent so early, I eagerly opened the box. Inside I found 25 individually wrapped items. Each one numbered for each day of the month. What did box number one contain? A Christmas Tree! Number two? Ornaments for the Christmas Tree! Three? A star for the top of the tree. Other gifts included stamps, scented candles, a display of Mary and Joseph, pens, candy, etc. When I realized what had been sent me I cried. I'm crying as I write this. My sister, a busy mother and wife, went out of her way to prepare a ridiculously complicated package. Just for me. Far away from home. Debbie, have I ever told you how much this meant to me? I love you and I thank you.
P.S. I equally enjoyed the package you sent me that included the size triple X silk underwear. The very pair I had to wear when I returned home and decided to begin to work off all the rice and beans that had accumulated on my hind end. How did you know? :-)
I do not have a lot of memories of us growing up together or crazy cottage cheese stories to share. I do not have any paper route memories with you nor do I have emotional scares attributed to 'sister fights' that many sisters share. (Those come from other sisters who will remain mysteriously nameless).
I do, however, remember your example, your strength, and your incredible selflessness that I have yet to see mirrored by anyone that I know. I remember when I was serving my mission in Puerto Rico. I had a rough start and craved, as any and all missionaries do, letters and packages and any hint that the life I left behind remembered, or if I was lucky, even missed me. I had just been transferred to a new area and into a new companionship after leaving a rather difficult one. I was tired and weak. One day, my companion and I checked the mail where I found a package slip indicating that a precious package awaited my pickup at the local post office. Who was the package from? Of course, my dear, sweet sister. December was around the corner and it was clear this was a Christmas package. Confused as to why this package was sent so early, I eagerly opened the box. Inside I found 25 individually wrapped items. Each one numbered for each day of the month. What did box number one contain? A Christmas Tree! Number two? Ornaments for the Christmas Tree! Three? A star for the top of the tree. Other gifts included stamps, scented candles, a display of Mary and Joseph, pens, candy, etc. When I realized what had been sent me I cried. I'm crying as I write this. My sister, a busy mother and wife, went out of her way to prepare a ridiculously complicated package. Just for me. Far away from home. Debbie, have I ever told you how much this meant to me? I love you and I thank you.
Hugs and Love, Rachelle
P.S. I equally enjoyed the package you sent me that included the size triple X silk underwear. The very pair I had to wear when I returned home and decided to begin to work off all the rice and beans that had accumulated on my hind end. How did you know? :-)
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