Erin means Ireland.
It's kind of fitting that she got the Irish name. She is the most like our Irish ancestors. Freckled, pale, and vertically disadvantaged.
My sister.
Erin is beautiful.
She listens, even if I say the same thing every day.
She knows just what to say in every situation.
She loves children and animals. She's always trying to get me to adopt a shelter pet. She volunteers and pets and plays with the ones that are in there awaiting euthanasia.
She believes in me. She literally walked me through the door into grad school.
She is stronger and braver than she gives herself credit for.
She makes me laugh. Laugh until I literally feel sick and shriek "Stop or I'm going to puke"
If I didn't have Erin, I wouldn't be able to think right.
If I didn't have Erin, nothing would be the same.
I just wanted to say that you mean the world to me, Eri. And when I pray every day, you are always in those prayers.
Lori Ann
My birthday is May 9th. Since no one is ever going to publicly write something like this about me, I'm passing the task onto you.
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Until next May-
PS- did you get a Kindle yet? I keep seeing free downloads with covers of shirtless men holding pitchforks and Amish women standing in the background gazing at them.
ha ha! I need to get a Kindle!! Who knows what kind of sordid Amish romances I'm missing out on:) And I will so write you a tribute. Junior just got a VHS to DVD converter, maybe I'll get him to convert some of our old home videos of our sleepovers and then post them on the blog! I think there is one with you dancing to Ice Ice baby!! :)
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