Monday, April 9, 2012
H is for Heather (the "perfect" sister)
I was almost two when Heather was born, so I have absolutely no memories that pre-date her. That's a wonderful thing, because she's been a steady force for good in my life.
She's the "angel" middle child. The peacemaker 3rd-of-6 who always manages to be liked by everyone. (The mother's curse even worked to get her four angel-children of her very own.)
She's also the sister with the blond hair that my mother thought was a lot like spun gold. When she decided to get it permed like her big sisters, my dad spend the afternoon brushing it so it wouldn't take.
In high school, I caught her singing along to the radio while reading a book. I've never been able to figure out how she does that.
Several years ago, she served as a very young Relief Society President of her ward. For those of you who don't know what that is, she was in charge of the women's service organization of her congregation, including all the welfare efforts, funerals, instruction, visiting teaching program, etc, etc, etc. This is a job normally handled by someone much older. (I was going to say wiser, but Heather is very wise already.)
Like my big sister Denise (see April 1st), Heather married at nineteen. Where Denise missed my high school graduation for her honeymoon, I missed Heather's wedding because I was on a church mission. I did get to meet her husband before I left, though, and heartily approved. In fact, I ended up marrying a man very much like hers.
She now lives in the same city as Denise and serves as president of Denise's choir. We all look alike, but Heather is so short (and blond), the choir members who elected her didn't even know that they were sisters (different married names). Some of my favorite memories (then and now) is when we all get together (with my mom and sister Vanessa) to sing. I sooo wish I lived closer and could see them more.
Also like Denise, Heather is working hard to show the rest of us up in the fitness department. As a working mother of four, you'd think she wouldn't have time to spend hours in the gym, but she does and she looks amazing.
So do you have a sibling who's annoyingly perfect, but too nice to hate?