E is for Edith

A little over a year later, my sister Edith was born. Unlike my brothers who I knew could probably fend for themselves, I felt a certain pride and protection over this little girl: my sister—a fair tempered little girl, who’s brown hair stuck up all over the place.

By this time, my mom had quit her job. With four children under the age of four, she considered that it was better to be at home. Especially since Braxton would soon be starting Pre-K. It was hard to think that my oldest little brother would soon be in Kindergarten.  

D is For Devin

“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Caleb. Happy birthday to you.”  Today, we celebrated my little brother’s second birthday. Four days prior to his, we celebrated my twelfth birthday.

I was now in seventh grade, and clearly outnumbered by boys—besides smitten by one in general. Patrick Delance was my first crush. He had the dreamiest green eyes, and I couldn’t help but steal glances at him whenever I could. It was hard knowing that he probably had no idea who I was, or that he had girls on every side of him.

C is for Caleb

By the time that Braxton was crawling, mom was pregnant again. She told me that they weren’t expecting to be pregnant again so soon, but it happened. And since I had already gotten a brother, I hopefully wished for a sister.

However, when I went with mom and dad to the ultrasound around the fourth month, we found out that mom was going to have another little boy. I was a little hesitant at first, but as the months went by, I became a little more okay with the idea of having another little boy around the house.   

B is For Braxton

It wasn’t until I was much older, that I realized the true miracle of how my mother had gotten pregnant again. My mom and dad had signed up for an experimental drug, knowing that this could be their last chance to have another child. Little did they know what they would be signing up for. 

My mom started taking the drug, and a little over two months after I had dropped the subtle hints of wanting a sibling, I was sitting back at the table; with my parents on one side—and me on other.

A is for Ashlynn

Doing my own version of the A-Z challenge. If you have no idea what that is--and think that I'm just talking crazy--go here, Remember, it's not too late to join in...I'm well aware that I'm a little behind on this. We'll be on D tomorrow, but this is my challenge for the month, that I'm going to try and get done by the end of it.

If you haven't already seen the post and the link from earlier, that was a little sneak peek of my "A" story. Now I'm going to post the whole version here:

The Grey House

More about this house here, and why I'm writing about it.