She was the one charged with keeping me safe when we were kids...and suffering the consequences when she repeatedly failed to do so!
We shared a bedroom and our toys.
Later she gave me haircuts, and sewed a lot of my clothes. We picked berries together every summer, and then went on a shopping spree to the big city to spend our hard earned dollars.
We listened to my little green transistor radio and knew the lyrics to every song. We sang along in beautiful harmony (well, we thought so anyhow!). Mary Hopkins got a little help from us as she sang.
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end...
And all too soon those days were over! Bev became a nurse...travelled the world...and moved to South Texas. For more than twenty years she worked tirelessly at an orphanage in Reynosa, Mexico to make a better home life for children in need. Two of those children wormed their way into her heart and home, and now call her 'mom'. She became an American citizen (who would have thought?), quit driving Fords, and took on a management position in a urology clinic.
So many years have passed and everything has changed...but some things will always stay the same. You are forever my big sister and my friend...and today you are celebrating your birthday. Wish I could join you for the day...we could visit South Padre Island once again!
I guess I'll just settle for a piece of cake in honour of the occasion.
Have a wonderful birthday!