Dear IF readers,

When I come up for air from loading April issue on Special Needs Families, I will edit and load a video recently taken in Disney World of a day in the week of my recent family vacation with my sister and her family. My sister Pammy.

Pammy and I were both adopted into the same family from different biological origins. She is my older sister by 13 months and has always made a point of this, even when telling men during my college years to stay away from “her little sister”. Pammy is my lionhearted sister-mama. It is not enough that she was older and got to do things first, she also made sure she approved of when, how, and how much I got of the things I was standing in line for. And I love her dearly.

Pammy is also the big sister that sent me pizza money in college. We visited each other always at our different colleges and I learned the ropes of independence at her side. She married early setup house and everyone was welcome any day or night. Pammy’s house is always decorated for the season and there is always a bed, a blanky and TV, and food.

Pammy calls me each and every morning of my adult life at 7:30 a.m. on her way to work to ask me how my day is and tell me about hers. We compare notes on our houses (what is falling apart and costing money), our husbands (our famous line is “God love em’ we might as well keep this one, because they are all the same), our children (usually the story du jour is which one embarassed us in front of 20 strangers in a store), and lately our bodies falling apart after 40.

I do not know how I could ever have survived without my sister Pammy. She is my rock, my steady eddy, my predictable one-a-day vitamin in the morning, and she is so different from me she makes me laugh all the time with her stories. So when I get a minute, I will upload to our IF mag You Tube site, the Disney vacation. I filmed Pammy loading dishes, rounding up the cubs (mine and hers), arguing with her daughter and all those things that she will never forgive me for showing to the general public. But hey, I am the little, disorganized creative sister who gets to serve up a few points off my racket as well………heeee…..love you Pammy.

Good reading, Cat Wayland

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