Emilie has now joined the elite of the elite and is a big sister. I left her a message at home saying that only a few special people in our family have the honour of being a sister, and I am proud of her for taking on such a big responsibility. Now, don't tell my brother's this, but I cherish the fact that I am their only sister, and even though I am younger, I feel a duty to protect them and ensure that no matter what, nothing comes between us and the strong relationship we have. While I may have felt like I had three Dad's growing up, there is a great feeling of security knowing there are two larger males there for you at any time to intimidate those that may steal your lunch money or make fun of the fact you're 4 inches shorter than everyone else. Having brothers also turned me into some what of a tomboy. I love me some Barbies, but I do find it easier to have a relationship with the male persuasion vs. the female population. As Dennis can attest to, I can take a softball of the chest plate without hesitation, and Mike knows that I can bounce off a homemade wrestling mat without a second thought. I'd like to think some of my girlishness rubbed off on them, but those moments will stay between us. (I'm no fool, they could still beat me up as well.)
Emilie will soon realize how great it is to be a sibling, and to be a sister. But there's nothing like having a brother. And Liam, know this now, that a Dlouhy sister (if I do say so myself) is one of the best things you can be treated to.
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