Uncle Sarah

I'm glad I don't remember learning to talk. I can only imagine the things I said (some of the things I don't have to imagine because my five older siblings are more than happy to remember and laugh at the things I said -- in fact, some of those things will not be mentioned for reasons of keeping my blog kosher).
Yes, learning to talk is tricky. My two-year-old niece has been referring to me as 'Uncle Sarah' all weekend long. I can't help but laugh, and then she starts to like that too. So I think I will always be 'Uncle Sarah' to Emily. I'm ok with that though...I would rather be called that than 'fooey-pooey' (her staple phrase for the weekend).

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Stacey a dit…
Uncle sarah we love you and miss you. Thanks for being so wonderful.