25 years…Sounds like a really long time, when you phrase it that way.
That’s when my littlest sister was born.
Emmy.
Emmadelphia (Pronounced like Philadelphia).
Or more commonly called by me, Mert.
She shares my Grandma’s name and birth month (and consequently got the emerald jewelry…). And she’s feisty, just like Grandma was.
So I’m hankering for some yummy birthday cake and ice cream today, to celebrate Mert’s quarter of a century.
I remember when my Mom was in early labor with her, we walked at the hospital. We must have walked 25 miles around the basement walking track. Oh yeah, and Dr Miller always thought she was a boy from the ultrasounds. Emma was a boy until she was born. That’s when I first knew that ultrasounds weren’t always very accurate. lol I remember holding her, how tiny she was. And feeding her in the middle of the night so my Mom could rest after that difficult birth. ❤
Love ya Mert, Happy Birthday!!
Alaska on my mind... 