Tiffiny

I've lost count
of the number of times
you've saved me.
Reached out with
your calm and
made me calm too.
Few others
can make any day better
the way you can.
You love all of me.
My fun.
My crazy.
My teary
rambling songs.

(Note: I had to edit out the original last line. It was too cheesy, which is exactly what I should expect from trying to write poetry at 2AM when I'm completely exhausted.)

So... I made it through my crazy girls' night. Mostly thinks to my sister. That poem is for her. She came over several hours before the party and started working on my 'to do' list. She played with my boys while I cleaned and got ready. She is ALWAYS there when I'm freaking out to help me and tell me it will all be ok. I don't know how she ended up with all the calm and rational-ness (is that a word?) of the family, but I'm so glad one of us did. She is the kind of person who calls me when I'm sick and says "I'll be there soon with some homemade chicken soup to watch your boys and let you rest" and then does that and cleans my house and makes sure my boys are fine while I sleep off the worst flu-bug I've had in years. She always seems to know when I need her. I love that girl.

That's all I have for now. This counts as my 4/11 post even though it's really the next day, right?