Carrot

I look up to my younger sister. She is one of my idols in this crazy world. Today is also her birthday. Don't ask me how many. To me, she's always just young.

Through the last few years, Carrie has been on a real smooth sail through life with all the breaks going her way. Nothing but sunshine and happiness all around.

At least that is how she "carries" herself. Despite being bit by a poison snake, she figured out a way to keep the poison out of her life. In the middle of all of the most tragic of life's offerings, she has "carried" herself remarkably well. Whistling through the heartache, swinging the hammer as she works on the dream.

You see, I am in awe, because she has always sort of picked up and "carried" the load in the face of adversity all her life. When she was the youngest of six we used to chant her name in a singsong way until she cried. "Car-rie, Car-rie, Car-rie!" It was sort of like Boston fans shouting Straw-berry at Daryl Strawberry in the '86 series.

Except she used to cry...and then we'd laugh.

When she was young she was the whipping boy. Carrie let the dogs out. Carrie did the dishes. Carrie "carried" our plates to the sink, and then washed them. My how we all loved Carrie.

And still do.

Happy Birthday, to one of my heroes.

One of the great ones.

A tremendous testament to the gifts that God showers us with.

Make a point, please, to wish her a perfect day...

...and somewhere along the way, a freaking break!

Comments

Not sure about being a hero, but simply grateful for the love around me, and the poison from the snake bit is nearly gone... I'll take all the wishes for a freaking break that I can!

Thanks Cliffy. I love you.

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