A toast.
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And now you can read the toast that made mother tear up at work. August 7 is getting here Way too soon,
I don't want to start this as Where do I begin?, I know where to begin.
Long before now, before there was a visit to the hospital to remove a raisin
stuffed deep inside the nostril so far that it's impossible to get out is
where we're going to take it. I want to start on the first day, November 16, 1981.
On this day, my sister Kristi Lyn Floyd was born to Paul and Debra Floyd.
(or as she remembers it, the illegitimate child of William and Melinda gates)
She had a big head of black hair, more hair than I have right now, and almost
never stopped crying in that hospital, being so far apart from her real parents.
Kristi never lost the smiling face of hers, unless she was slamming her
door on me or getting angry about the dishes, but every kid goes through
that with their siblings. And as nature took its course and left her the
same height since grade eight that's somehow affected the four of us on
Parkhill St., She started doing the boy thing. I'm not about to get into
all the other boys before the grand one that she's latched on to, but let's
just say she had some funny choices.
[insert Keanu Reeves joke here]
Kristi was and is a testament on how to work to achieve, especially now
that she's out of school. We were polar opposites during, though. When I'd
study for a test I'd fall asleep and get binder rings on my face whereas
she'd make her own quizzes and get help from the parents, but that's not all
she did. There was the figure skating competitions that we'd even drive all
the way out to Brandon for, and there was probably a bunch of other things
that she did that I don't remember, because that's the older brother's job.
As the both of us got older, and moved out on our own, we'd gotten to
understand each other more often. I think we're closer now than we ever
were, especially during those teenage years when she kept stealing my
friends. Kristi took the best parts of my parents, and meshed them all
together. I could go on and on but I'm going to say this: Every single
one of us has had or will have experienced the love of another, and I'm
glad that she's found someone like Mike to experience this with. She is
smart, she is beautiful, she is sweet, she has gusto, she is my little sister
and I love her to pieces.
A toast to you.
And now you can read the toast that made mother tear up at work. August 7 is getting here Way too soon,
I don't want to start this as Where do I begin?, I know where to begin.
Long before now, before there was a visit to the hospital to remove a raisin
stuffed deep inside the nostril so far that it's impossible to get out is
where we're going to take it. I want to start on the first day, November 16, 1981.
On this day, my sister Kristi Lyn Floyd was born to Paul and Debra Floyd.
(or as she remembers it, the illegitimate child of William and Melinda gates)
She had a big head of black hair, more hair than I have right now, and almost
never stopped crying in that hospital, being so far apart from her real parents.
Kristi never lost the smiling face of hers, unless she was slamming her
door on me or getting angry about the dishes, but every kid goes through
that with their siblings. And as nature took its course and left her the
same height since grade eight that's somehow affected the four of us on
Parkhill St., She started doing the boy thing. I'm not about to get into
all the other boys before the grand one that she's latched on to, but let's
just say she had some funny choices.
[insert Keanu Reeves joke here]
Kristi was and is a testament on how to work to achieve, especially now
that she's out of school. We were polar opposites during, though. When I'd
study for a test I'd fall asleep and get binder rings on my face whereas
she'd make her own quizzes and get help from the parents, but that's not all
she did. There was the figure skating competitions that we'd even drive all
the way out to Brandon for, and there was probably a bunch of other things
that she did that I don't remember, because that's the older brother's job.
As the both of us got older, and moved out on our own, we'd gotten to
understand each other more often. I think we're closer now than we ever
were, especially during those teenage years when she kept stealing my
friends. Kristi took the best parts of my parents, and meshed them all
together. I could go on and on but I'm going to say this: Every single
one of us has had or will have experienced the love of another, and I'm
glad that she's found someone like Mike to experience this with. She is
smart, she is beautiful, she is sweet, she has gusto, she is my little sister
and I love her to pieces.
A toast to you.