Carolyn's Day

I try not to write about things that make me emotional on this blog.

Mostly because it makes people uncomfortable.

And by "people", I  mean me, because really, is anyone else as important as I am?

Obviously not.

Anyway, I've had an emotional week.

Big decisions are being made down to The Peters' Household.

Like the kind of decisions that make me want to vomit.

Everyone wants to vomit when they decide stuff, right?

But also because today is Carolyn's day.

1998-2011.

That's thirteen years.

Some days it actually feels like it's been thirteen years.

Others, it seems like it was yesterday.

I was laughing at myself this morning because I was thinking about us playing together.

I learned how to stack the cards to Candyland by the time I was four.

I was such a cheater-cheater-pumpkin-eater.

Eventually, mom had to sit and watch us play so I wouldn't cheat Carolyn blind.

Carolyn's namesake is now asleep upstairs wearing pink monkey footie pajamas.

An hour ago, she was sitting in her bumbo, covered in regurgitated Gerber chicken and rice dinner.

And her personality?

Nothing like Carolyn the Elder.

She looks just like her daddy.

And acts just like The Mother.

Heaven help us if she ever gets a younger sister.

I miss you, Carolyn (the elder).