Bubby and Sissy

 

 

I have been so blessed to be able to be a stay at home mom to my two children.

 

Raylea Jo is three.

 

 

She loves action. She loves going. She loves moving. She loves to giggle. Cucumbers, strawberries, watermelon, cheese, blueberries, eggs, tilapia (I know, right?), ice-cream (ya, that's more like it...) and anything sweet. She loves doing her devotion and school in the morning. She loves to get one sip of my coffee. She loves to brush her teeth. She loves being read to. She loves the sprinkler. She loves the zoo. She loves surprises. She loves church. She loves coloring. She loves to pray. She loves me and her daddy. She loves Sophie, our dog.

She loves Bubby.

 

 

Jack Gannon is eight months.

 

 

He loves to be held. He loves to see himself in the mirror. He loves food. He loves Sophie, too. He loves going on walks. He loves the nursery at church. He loves to swing. He loves being tickled. He loves being read to. He loves peek-a-boo. He loves music. He loves me and his daddy.

He loves Sissy.

 

 

 

I was blessed to be able to have both a Bubby and a Sissy growing up. I have two bubbies to be exact.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 My sister has always called me "Sissy" and I have always called her "Sis." She lives in South Korea right now with her three daughters and husband. They have been there for a year and they will be there for another two years. I miss them terribly and it makes my heart sad to think I won't see my nieces for three total years. My sister told me the other day she can't wait to meet Jack. She was the one person besides my older brother, that was missing on the day he was born. She made my nerves go down so much on the day Raylea was born. I was so lonesome for her on October 13th, 2014. I will get to meet Lucy, my newest niece when she is well over two years old for the first time. She sent me a package of clothes for Ray and Jack yesterday and my eyes filled with tears as I looked at the sweet little outfits she picked out and bought just for them. I love my sister. And she loves me.

 

 

My older bubby lives in North Carolina. I have always called him "bro." He is my hero in many ways. He would do anything for me, I know that for a fact. He is probably the strongest person I know of personally, physically and mentally. I miss him terribly. His job keeps him busy literally 24/7 so it's hard for him to get away. I have only seen him once in the past 7 years, but I am praying that him and I will have mansions next to each other in Heaven so we can hang out all the time.

 

 

My little bubby lives about fifteen miles away. Thankfully, I have one sibling who I get to be around often or whenever I want. He is one of the hardest workers a person would ever meet. He loves God and it shows in his life. I remember the first year I tried to sit on his head in the snow as a kid and he threw me off and started to sit on me! I realized that he may be younger, but officially he was stronger. I will never forget watching him bawl as he watched his soon to be wife walk down the isle towards him. He loves big. He picks up on stuff. He is meek and kind. I want to be more like him.

 

 

 

Raylea and Jack already have a unique bond. She may feel a little left out when I have to tend to him, bathe him, feed him, do everything for him... but she is so kind and loving towards him always. He makes her smile the biggest I have ever seen and laugh the hardest I have ever heard. She does the same for him. He can be crying and will smile if she comes up to him. She runs to get his pacifier if he's upset and says "shhh, shhhh" really soft. She gives him the sweetest kisses you've ever seen.

 

 

 

She started crying the other day saying, "I want Bubby!!!" We had went to run an errand and left him either with Grant or Nana and buddy, she was not happy that Bubby wasn't with us.

 

 

 

 

It just got me thinking about how blessed we are sometimes to have a blood relative and it can be easy to take them for granted. Whether they are across the world, as my sister is, or across the United States, like the older brother is, or just a ten minute drive away, like my little brother is, they matter and need to know I love them and care.

 

 

This post is a bit different than others, but I wanted to remind those of you who have a Bubby or a Sissy to tell them you love them today. Call them up if you have their number. Texting is so easy and not personable a lot of the times, in my opinion. A phone call or a card in the mail always makes my day, so I'm sure it does for others as well.

 

 

Whether you haven't seen your sibling in 20 years or you talk every single day, let them know you love them and you always will. Show Christ's love. It isn't too hard.