Good question. I would have to say, the day my little brother was born... my Dad walked right into my 3rd grade classroom with a huge gift basket full of candy and goodies, and he said "Congratulations, Big Sister Kristalyn! Your baby brother was born this morning, and we're going to see Mom and baby Kyle at the hospital as soon as you get out of school." I was overwhelmed with joy... everyone was staring at me wondering what the heck was going on, but I didn't care.
I would love to relive that, have that feeling again, hold my brother again for the first time, see my mother at a time when she was happy, see my father again. It's funny how sometimes you don't realize just how special some moments are until many years later.




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