Yesterday was her birthday and for those of you who don't know this already, Becky and I are Irish twins. That means we have the same parents and we were born the same year. She was born in January, I was born in December.
Growing up was kinda different for both of us. Usually, the firstborn gets to have a relationship with the parents that's special. They get time all to themselves. With me showing up almost right behind her, Becky was cheated out of that experience. And I've always been right there... Right behind her.
We weren't very close growing up. I don't think she liked me much and I don't remember how I felt about her, but I do know some things. I remember when she got married and moved away. I felt a horrible sadness. Maybe because her leaving was a sign my own childhood was coming to an end; but I think it was because I had so many regrets. And suddenly, she was gone and I could never fix the things I'd done wrong. I couldn't form a strong friendship with her.
We've stayed in touch all these years and I've had many amazing experiences with her as an adult. So many, I can't begin to count. Dumpster diving in Vegas for coupons, going shopping, hanging out at her house and more recently, getting to know her and her family better.
You can't talk about Becky with anyone in the family without hearing how much she's inspired everyone and how much of an example she's been to each of her siblings.
I've gained a great deal of respect for her and my love for her deepens constantly. This wonderful, special, kind and loving woman has raised an amazing family, held down a successful marriage and continues to make ends meet regardless of the curves life throws at her.
And she's been a gentle stillness in my heart at times when I've felt bad and needed kindness. Just so you know, I call her Shmeckums.
Without a doubt, Becky is a reason for being.
