Our precious boys...

Our precious boys...

Monday, January 25, 2010


She loves to inflict pain upon others. (Just kidding!)

My miracle nurse is my sister, Jesse. She's been my best friend for my whole life. (Along with my other sisters!) Who would have thought through all our trials and tribulations that we'd grow up to experience this together. I say "together" because I know she felt many emotions along with me through the entire process. And I say "together" because she was there with me every step of the way. But honestly we've pretty much done everything together our whole lives, so why stop now?

I know I couldn't have gone through IVF without her. What a blessing to have a Mayo nurse for my big sis. And to live just a few blocks away from her to help me with all my shot medications. We went over everything over and over to make sure we understood it all. Wait, who am I kidding, it was more like she went over and over it to make sure she understood it all as I stood there scared out of my mind. With each injection, she double and sometimes tripled checked the amounts.

Jesse, thank you for helping me, for supporting me, and for always loving me. Thank you for listening, giving me advice, and telling me when to chill. Thank you for letting me love your children as if they were my own. Thank you for drying my tears and holding me until they stopped. I can't thank you enough for helping to get me pregnant. I love you! Thank you for being my big sis, my friend, my heart...

I wish I could truly express how much you mean to me. This poem makes me tear up every time I read it. It's how I think of you, Erin, & Corrie!

My Sister by Lisa Lorden

My sister is my heart.
She opens doors to rooms
I never knew were there,
Breaks through walls
I don't recall building.
She lights my darkest corners
With the sparkle in her eyes.

My sister is my soul.
She inspires my wearied spirit
To fly on wings of angels
But while I hold her hand
My feet never leave the ground.
She stills my deepest fears
With the wisdom of her song.

My sister is my past.
She writes my history
In her eyes I recognize myself,
Memories only we can share.
She remembers, she forgives
She accepts me as I am
With tender understanding.

My sister is my future.
She lives within my dreams
She sees my undiscovered secrets,
Believes in me as I stumble
She walks in step beside me,
Her love lighting my way.

My sister is my strength
She hears the whispered prayers
That I cannot speak
She helps me find my smile,
Freely giving hers away
She catches my tears
In her gentle hands.

My sister is like no one else
She's my most treasured friend
Filling up the empty spaces
Healing broken places
She is my rock, my inspiration.
Though impossible to define,
In a word, she is...my sister.

Only your sister would give you a shot in your buttcheeks. Now that's true love!

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