First, my dad convinced her to have me. And once I was born, she wasn't sure she could have another. Would she love a second child as much as she loved me? (This is where I butt in and say Hey you should have stopped when you reached perfection!) Four years later, Shannon was born. Then, my mom asked my dad, do you want to try for a son or get a dog? My dad picked the son.
Two years after they had Logan, my parents found out they were pregnant. Unexpectedly. And it was twins! I was elated. I hoped for two more sisters, but God answered my mom's prayers and gave her twin boys (she already had a lot of boy baby stuff). Moments after they were born, my mom briefly thought "How many more wonderful children could I have?" She came to her senses and realized, five was enough.
For as crazy as a family of seven can be, I can't imagine life any other way. People say your siblings are the people who will know you the longest in life. My siblings are fabulous.
Earlier this week, I introduced you to my sister Shannon, who is a bartender at a restaurant called Pi.
May 2007"I can't wait till you have kids of your own," was her reply.
Shannon and I tended to exclude the boys from things. It was easier to lump us together. Often we were allowed to do things that the boys weren't. Then, Logan grew up. He started driving, and got a job. It was easier to include him because he seemed more like us.