Oh Kerkie, my Kerkie

Because I love my little baby Kerkie so much, I will devote a blog entry to her. I just want to say I’ve never met a more even-keeled, calm, yet hilarious wonderful person in my entire life. She is the glue that holds Julia and I together, without her I think the two of us would’ve killed each other long, long ago. I don’t exactly remember her as a baby, because…I was 1 and a half when she was born, but I have heard the stories: Caroline was such a sweet, pleasant baby that she would sit on the ground and just quietly look around. My parents would simply not even realize she was there sometimes. Which as I type this, sounds terrible, but she was just a quiet little happy baby, never wanting to cause a ruckus, like I know the rest of us did…cough cough SPENCER AND JULIA. 

The other day, while I was couch ridden at home for the week, a tale that lives in family folklore bubbled to the surface: My mom, Julia, Caroline, and I were at the grocery store. I was probably 8, Caroline was 6 and the Bubs was 4. My mom packs up the car and we drive off. Julia, the little imp that she was, turned around and started waving out of the back of the car. I turned around and saw Caroline standing on the curb, waving back. Soon enough she was just a little speck in the distance, and we continued to drive, my mom unaware of the little one left behind. This retelling of the story made me laugh so hard I think I spit out everything I was drinking. Poor Caroline! Julia is a little devil child…the cuddliest devil of all. 

Caroline, or Kerkie, Carkol, or the newest nickname, Carol, is one of about 4 people in this life that I can stand to be around for longer than an hour at a time. I’m not sure she would say the same about me, but that’s not the point! The point is that I think she’s a pretty awesome person. And I love her dearly. Plus she lets me hack into her twitter and post things that I think are super funny and she doesn’t bat an eyelash. THANKS BB. HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY!!