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To my wanis June 15, 2006

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Now if I really wanted to pull on Steph’s heartstrings for her 21st birthday, I would use a language that only she and I would understand, but I want to share with all of you, my cyber brothers and sisters, just how wonderful the Lord is for giving her to me to grow up with, and how this proves that He loves me the most. Really, He does.

T’was Steph who named me. Yes, my beloved father was this close to convincing mom to name me Holly when two year old Steph piped up with “Julia”. I owe that to you forever, Steph, even though I still resent you for getting the cooler middle name. Kwan vs Lois, its clear who our parents favor.

T’was you who first told me how babies were made. Naturally, it was a mean-spirited and dirty lie: “So the mommy sucks on the daddy’s toe, and that’s how she gets pregnant”. But still, made for happy memories, whispering all about it on the top bunk bed.

Skipping ages 7-12 when I really really hated you with heart, mind, body and soul. Although, even then, there are things to laugh about. I remember when I actually used to daily claim memory verses on Fighting the Enemy against you and sincerely believe that the Lord would answer me and rain down upon you the afflictions of the Egyptions. We used to pass each other in the hallway, and we wouldn’t even have to look at each other and if mom was anywhere in the vicinity she’d shout out “Girls, girls, be loving.”

Somewhere along the way you turned all cool and and then I’d listen to all your stories and pull my hair out wondering where, oh where was I when all the cool stuff was happening to you. This is where I developed the “Everybody likes you, everybody hates me” complex.

Even today, you are decidedly cooler than I, though I don’t mind one bit now. No one can quite pull of the Thai accent like you, nor boss about Nick and Rachel still, though they both tower over you now. No one can get weirder farmer tans than you, no one can make up the weirdest rhymes. No Rainbow Gathering will have a more dedicated member.

I miss you and your foolishness that you’re always asking for prayer against. I miss driving you around places. I miss taking foolish photos with you. I miss you trying to convince me to exercise. Always stay this cool.
A tear for you, my wanis, and a tear for me.

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