And you thought I was interesting...

I have a big family. I am the fifth out of six children and our family is spread out over three states and a continent. I have a sister in Colorado who I don't speak to (and she doesn't jump up to speak to me either), she has three children who will barely know their cousins until later on in life; and a husband who isn't really worth mentioning. I have a sister in Long Island, who I also barely speak to (but that is due to our family non-communication communication style) who has twin daughters and a husband who is deceased. There is a brother who lives in NYC with his Brazilian wife (who is a month younger than me), they have a great little boy child. There is also another brother (the only one younger than me) who got married 5 days before I gave birth to the Babe and who is currently living at Camp Liberty in Iraq while his wife (who is also US Army) lives in Oklahoma. They have no children, but eventually I am betting they will reproduce - like when they are living in the same country for more than a week at a time

And I have saved the best for last, even though she is the first born. My eldest sister lives in Boston with her dog. I don't remember much of her while growing up as there is a 12 year difference in our ages, but what I do remember of her is this offbeat, independent, strong female that was someone I wanted to emulate when I grew up. Of all my sister's she is the one who I would trust with my child (or children) if it ever became a question of having to find a place for them.

I learned last night that my eldest sister has begun the process of adopting a child, and that she is blogging about the journey. She hasn't told our parents yet and I am on recon to see if they will be home the weekend she wants to tell them. I feel like I am charged with national security secrets as this is exciting news and I am bursting to tell someone! So I tell the strangers and friends who read these posts and I hope you will go on over and congratulate my sister.