I remember the night that I became a big sister. Mom was at the hospital and dad took me to the PizzaVilla. He worked there on the weekends delivering pizzas. He ordered the two of us a large with a different topping on each slice. Standing below the counter, I remember him holding me up so I could approve his special order.
That was the beginning of my experience as the oldest child in our family. But being a big sister was important and “perks” came with the position! Continue reading