JAMIANN
I have only come to realize within the last year that my sister and I are not even 2 years apart...but a mere 20 months! Upon discovery of this I mentioned my amazement to my mother (having kids has made me see lots of things I never would have seen before). Her response was an immediate entrance into how she got pregnant (with me) at a family reunion. This, without fail puts me and Perris into fits of giggles. Every time. Yes, for some reason we have heard this story multiple times recently and there has been no shortage of a sly comment from Perris each time... "Man, must have been a GOOD reunion, Pam!!" grin, grin, wink, wink... To which Mom's response is always laughter.
Anyway. Me and my sister, Jami. We're a good pair. We are the closest in age out of the sisters (Whoops, I have just been reminded we have twin sisters, who technically are closest in age. Whatevs). We were great play friends in childhood, friends in high school and college... although I know I deeply annoyed her throughout those years, particularly more so in college, I think. Sorry. Such is my personality :) She is the one who let me wear all her clothes/use her stuff during those years because she always made more money, let me be friends with her friends, and was the one who pushed me into tears saying goodbye at the MTC (when I was holding it all in SO WELL!!), and provided me a place to stay after my mission before I found an apartment (among many, many other wonderful things). It has been a lovely, lovely time these past 5 years living near her.
If you think of one of those women who just ACCOMPLISHES things, you will know what Jami is like. For example: I'm over at her house, her 3 little girls under the age of 6 are running around (usually with their heads cut off, if ya know what I mean) and Jami is working on a sewing project, showing me something of importance, doing the laundry, and then all of a sudden says "OH, I better go start my bread dough!" (BTW she makes bread like no one I know. It's always perfect. Always.) It's at that time that I just furrow my brow in disbelief and say, "Well, I better not compare myself to her." Haha! She is a champion of Mothers and Women. You go girl.
2 Nights ago I had a dream in which I had to resuscitate Wade. Right after, Jami showed up to comfort me. Probably because she had to do the "Abdominal thrust" on me one time for REALS back in 2006, when I was choking on a pill right after I got my wisdom teeth out. Always prepared, she is. Always prepared.
Like when we moved to Nebraska in 1999 and we went on an errand, driving in the GMC Safari van, and all of a sudden on a rural road she slams on the breaks and peers over the steering wheel to say, while gesturing with her hand, "Go little birdy, go!" She is on the lookout!
So today is her 30th Birthday. She is going on a wonderful southern Utah adventure with her lover, James. A fun fact is that for many years of Jami's life we called her "James". "Hey James, come over here!" "Hi James, whats up?!" Then she met James and it ruined the nickname, but bettered her life forever!!! So we fully accept James, but sadly have let go of the beloved Jami-james (But good news: we have discovered that merely dropping the "s" creates just as satisfying of a nickname: "Jame"). Her girls are staying here for 2 nights this weekend. This is an attempt to say thanks for her watching my son for 6 days whilst in New York. You know, my son, the one who loves to follow around her 18 month old and poke, pull, push his head up against hers, etc. endlessly. I am very grateful she was so willing to do that.
So Jame, I love ya and I will miss you being so far away when I become a Minnesota-frozen-tundra-woman.
Anyway. Me and my sister, Jami. We're a good pair. We are the closest in age out of the sisters (Whoops, I have just been reminded we have twin sisters, who technically are closest in age. Whatevs). We were great play friends in childhood, friends in high school and college... although I know I deeply annoyed her throughout those years, particularly more so in college, I think. Sorry. Such is my personality :) She is the one who let me wear all her clothes/use her stuff during those years because she always made more money, let me be friends with her friends, and was the one who pushed me into tears saying goodbye at the MTC (when I was holding it all in SO WELL!!), and provided me a place to stay after my mission before I found an apartment (among many, many other wonderful things). It has been a lovely, lovely time these past 5 years living near her.
If you think of one of those women who just ACCOMPLISHES things, you will know what Jami is like. For example: I'm over at her house, her 3 little girls under the age of 6 are running around (usually with their heads cut off, if ya know what I mean) and Jami is working on a sewing project, showing me something of importance, doing the laundry, and then all of a sudden says "OH, I better go start my bread dough!" (BTW she makes bread like no one I know. It's always perfect. Always.) It's at that time that I just furrow my brow in disbelief and say, "Well, I better not compare myself to her." Haha! She is a champion of Mothers and Women. You go girl.
2 Nights ago I had a dream in which I had to resuscitate Wade. Right after, Jami showed up to comfort me. Probably because she had to do the "Abdominal thrust" on me one time for REALS back in 2006, when I was choking on a pill right after I got my wisdom teeth out. Always prepared, she is. Always prepared.
Like when we moved to Nebraska in 1999 and we went on an errand, driving in the GMC Safari van, and all of a sudden on a rural road she slams on the breaks and peers over the steering wheel to say, while gesturing with her hand, "Go little birdy, go!" She is on the lookout!
So today is her 30th Birthday. She is going on a wonderful southern Utah adventure with her lover, James. A fun fact is that for many years of Jami's life we called her "James". "Hey James, come over here!" "Hi James, whats up?!" Then she met James and it ruined the nickname, but bettered her life forever!!! So we fully accept James, but sadly have let go of the beloved Jami-james (But good news: we have discovered that merely dropping the "s" creates just as satisfying of a nickname: "Jame"). Her girls are staying here for 2 nights this weekend. This is an attempt to say thanks for her watching my son for 6 days whilst in New York. You know, my son, the one who loves to follow around her 18 month old and poke, pull, push his head up against hers, etc. endlessly. I am very grateful she was so willing to do that.
So Jame, I love ya and I will miss you being so far away when I become a Minnesota-frozen-tundra-woman.
You both make great daughters, and I must also now take credit for that beautiful shot of you above, taken in Jan 2013. Love u!
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Happy birthday Jami!!! She was always the calm mature one of the roomies. I still laugh when I remember how we used her printer too much and she put a jar with .25 charge per page. It was very clear what we needed to do from then on! And I how have I not heard this resuscitation story!
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHAHAHAHA yes, yes...great memories!!
DeleteI was a poor college student, just like everyone else Lynette! :) And Ali, let me ask you, would you have run over the bird? I think not!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the tribute, I love having you for a sister and am going to be so sad when you move in a few months. Looking forward to when we're all together again!
Love you both! Gets me all teary just reading it :) Maybe Jami will move to MN in the next few years! Now that would be awesome.
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