I’ve started this post five times in two weeks. It’s been sitting here in the “draft” pile looking at me, waiting to be finished. Every time I start to type, the tears come.
I mean, just look at this face.
This is my baby sister, Lucy Gordon. There are 11 years between us and even though I know she’s a grown woman, it’s hard for me to think of her that way. I’m not quite old enough to be her mama, but 11 years is a big difference and at times I’ve felt more like a parent than a sibling. Out of the five of us she’s the most laid back, most upbeat and most calm, but the two of us might be tied for most emotional.
When Lucy was a little girl I took her to see the original Home Alone movie. To this day I remember how she laughed, hysterically, through the whole thing, till the credits rolled at the end. Lucy is the epitome of joy. It’s the way she’s always been. She loves to laugh and when she does, you can’t help but join in.
Dani Stone 