Yesterday the Little Sister and I spent the afternoon exploring some rock pools. We stuck our fingers in anemones to make them close up and tried to catch periwinkles before they shut their doors. She climbed quickly and soon left me behind.
After I read that quote four and a bit years ago, I did some research into Harriet Beecher Stowe. Her novel Uncle Tom’s Cabin was pivotal in American history and the eventual end of slavery. Legend has it that the President of the day, Abraham Lincoln, invited her to the White House and when she arrived he said "so you are the little woman who wrote the book that started this great war".
I named the Little Sister Harriet after I read that. It was a name I thought would convey strength and limitless opportunities.
The quote that started it all seems even more poignant now. The Little Sister was the baby who dragged me through after we lost David. I had to keep getting up and feeding her, bathing her, washing the her little wonder suits and hanging those little rabbit pelts on the line.
I have so much to be grateful to this cantankerous, clever, cuddly red head for. These past four years have been a tiring, frustrating, wonderful pleasure.
Happy birthday beautiful girl and thank you.