Fits and Giggles

I was told a story, from a new friend that I’ve had the privilege to meet while being home. It goes like this: There was a farmer, and he had his best horse run away, his neighbors were quick to respond on his bad luck. The farmer replies, “No one can know what is good and what is bad.” The horse returns with a stallion, the same neighbors are even quicker to respond with his good luck. The farmers replies, “Good luck, bad luck, who knows” The farmers son then severely hurts his foot while training the wild stallion. Again, neighbors are now certain of the farmers “bad luck”. That night, a war breaks out, and all able men are collected to fight. With the son’s injury, he was not able to go, and spared. The farmers response, “Good luck, bad luck, who knows.” This story was told to me, a day before my so called plan, came to a complete stand still and my life took a slight turn. My desire and passion to serve in the Peace Corp was one that I really can’t explain. Man...

As I ’m sitting here on the morning of June 10 th , 2019, I find myself reminiscing on this day, and trying to think what little Abby, at 3 years old, was feeling, thinking, wearing, on the day you were brought home. Knowing myself, I ’m sure there was a SLIGHT WTF is this little guy thinking, entering my only-child life, coming in and creating havoc among our 3 person family, because c’mon at 3, its okay to be a little selfish :) ANYWAYS, knowing myself, that all changed, the second I saw you. The second I held you, I knew that you were meant for us, our family wasn’t complete without you in it, and you gave me the best gift in the world, of being your big sister. At 3 years old, I didn’t understand the significance of this gift you gave me. I now had someone to lug around, to dress up, play school with, someone to play roller hockey in the basement with, someone to eat dinners and lunches, and go to the beach with. I didn’t understand how lucky I was to have you as I...