I remember how small she was when she was born: she used to hold my finger with her whole hand.
I remember how she looked at me the first time I took her in my arms; fragile and sweet .
I am blessed not only to have a beautiful sister but also to have a best friend.
She’s got my back and I am here to catch her every time she falls.
I am so proud of this little girl who has turned into a classy, gorgeous and intelligent lady.
Happy birthday Stefi, may you have a wonderful day filled with love and joy!
I love you! ❤
When I was a child I loved to play alone; being social was not my forte. But eventually I dreamed about having a little sister. I visualized dressing her and doing her hair, putting make up on her and having her as my best friend but I knew that at 11 years old I wouldn’t be getting a sister and that I had to accept the fact that I would be an only child for the rest of my life.
Boy was I wrong.
My mom came into my room as I was figuring out how “the internet” dial-up connection worked (yes, internet is not that old). She sat on my bed with a big smile and for some reason I knew the news were big.
My sister was born on New Year’s Eve 1998. One of the happiest days of my life.
I stood there and watched her from the hospital’s nursery window thinking how perfect she was. The first time that I took her in my arms my heart was beating very fast: I was afraid I would drop her. She opened her eyes and stared at me deeply. I knew in that exact moment, that I had just met the light of my life.