To My Baby, Thank You For Making Me So Happy

To My Baby, Thank You For Making Me So Happy

Even though you won't understand this, this one's for you.

To my puppy Macky,

Even though you are eleven years old, you are still my puppy. Even in the future when you are no longer around and I am long out of the house with a family and a dog of my own, you will still be my puppy.

I remember getting you after we had to give up our last dog that we only had for a day (I'm still mad that my dad and my sister couldn't just deal with their allergies.) I was heartbroken because he was the first dog I ever had and from the moment I saw him, I loved him. Being the dramatic little seven year old that I was, I cried for days. When my parents announced that we were going to look at puppies that my dad and sister wouldn't be allergic to, I was skeptical. But then I saw you.

You were the cutest little gray pup, only the size of a tissue box. I immediately picked you up and told my parents that you were the one. My parents were choosing between you and one of your brothers, but as soon as I put you down and you trotted over to some newspaper on the ground to use the bathroom, my parents also knew that you were the one.

Throughout the years you have not only become the cutest part of our family, but you have become everyone's best friend. I have seen you go from a tiny playful puppy to a slightly overweight but just as playful dog. You have moved with me, grown with me, and seen me through all my most awkward phases. Now that I'm in college, you are the first thing I look forward to when I come home. In fact, the other day I saw a dog the same breed as you at the park and I started to cry.

I'm sorry that I always try to pick you up and wrap you in blankets like a baby. I'm also sorry that you have to deal with mine and (my dads) horrible singing. Whenever you get mad at me just remember how I'm always the one to hand you food underneath the table during dinner.

Even though I lost half of my socks because you always steal them from my laundry, I still love you. Even though you take kitchen rags off the counter and run around with them until I bribe you with a treat to get them back, I still love you. Even though you make it clear that you like my mom more than you like anyone else in the family, I still love you.

To my cute little baby Macky, thank you for making me so happy. - Your favorite older sister, Abby

Cover Image Credit: Abigail Rubenstein

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I often hear a lot of people complaining about their step-parents and wondering why they think that they have any authority over them. Although I know that everyone has different situations, I will be the first to admit that I am beyond blessed to have a step dad. Yep, I said it. My life wouldn't be the same that it is not without him in it. Let me tell you why I think step dads are the greatest things since sliced bread.

1. They will do anything for you, literally.

My stepdad has done any and every thing for me. From when I was little until now. He was and still is my go-to. If I was hungry, he would get me food. If something was broken, he would fix it. If I wanted something, he would normally always find a way to get it. He didn't spoil me (just sometimes), but he would make sure that I was always taken care of.

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2. Life lessons.

Yup, the tough one. My stepdad has taught me things that I would have never figured out on my own. He has stood beside me through every mistake. He has been there to pick me up when I am down. My stepdad is like the book of knowledge: crazy hormonal teenage edition. Boy problems? He would probably make me feel better. He just always seemed to know what to say. I think that the most important lesson that I have learned from my stepdad is: to never give up. My stepdad has been through three cycles of leukemia. He is now in remission, yay!! But, I never heard him complain. I never heard him worry and I never saw him feeling sorry for himself. Through you, I found strength.

3. He loved me as his own.

The big one, the one that may seem impossible to some step parents. My stepdad is not actually my stepdad, but rather my dad. I will never have enough words to explain how grateful I am for this man, which is why I am attempting to write this right now. It takes a special kind of human to love another as if they are their own. There had never been times where I didn't think that my dad wouldn't be there for me. It was like I always knew he would be. He introduces me as his daughter, and he is my dad. I wouldn't have it any other way. You were able to show me what family is.

So, dad... thanks. Thanks for being you. Thanks for being awesome. Thanks for being strong. Thanks for loving me. Thanks for loving my mom. Thanks for giving me a wonderful little sister. Thanks for being someone that I can count on. Thanks for being my dad.

I love you!

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When You Give A Girl A Sister

She is my built-in best friend from the Lord.


She is my answered prayer, but I began as hers, literally. She prayed for me in the bathtub at the age of 7 years old, and she specifically asked God for a baby sister. A majority of our family thought that I was a boy, but the Lord and Rebekah had other plans. From the beginning, we were meant to be together.

She is 7 years older than me, but the average person cannot tell that by the way we act together. We laugh, scream, and talk a little (maybe a lot) too loud. She holds the key to my heart.

Today, we were on the phone and I cried to her. I did not cry tears of sadness, but of pure joy. I cried because we were talking about all of our plans for the weekend and a possible hike on Monday after my first final. It is conversations like those that remind me of where I came from and why I never want to forget my roots.

I grew up in a very close family, and my sister and I are the epitome of close. She knows exactly when to call me or just come over to cheer me up. She is the first person I call when anything happens, whether it is good or bad. She is my true bestie.

We no longer live in the same house as each other, but distance makes these hearts grow fonder. Each time we get to see each other is like the first time, but it always gets better.

We normally don't go a long time without each other, but if I'm being honest, sometimes it feels like FOREVER. We may grow up, move, get married, have nieces and nephews for each other, but we will always be sisters first (this is a reference to a book that she gave me a while back as a Christmas gift about our favorite set of sister).

Rebekah, I love you more than you could ever know. You have gotten married and left the nest, but my love for you as my sister will never leave, but instead, it will always grow. I cannot wait to see you soon (probably tomorrow, actually).

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