A Mark in History

Hannah Lorraine Baker.

Born: July 4, 2002.. I think... baha.

I remember everything about the day Hannah was born. My mom went into the hospital, and I was freaking out! I just knew this was

the day I would FINALLY get my sister. My parents didn't know if it was a boy or a girl, or if they did they never told me... so I was in suspense. I remember, as a 10 year old girl, praying every night that Heavenly Father please bless me with a sister... Then I would find myself thinking that was selfish, so I'd pray that the baby would be healthy and

I would love it no matter what, but I would really love to have a sister!

I was the only girl for so long, I didn't know what it was like to have a sister, and I was jealous of all my friends! I wanted so desperately to not be the only girl! Anyway.. back to the story...

My mom went into the hospital, but the labor process was taking forever, and I was on a Southern Alberta soccer team, and we had a game scheduled for that day. I wasn't going to go, because I would have a new sibling soon, but my dad came home to shower and said it was taking a really long time so I might as well just go play... so I packed up my stuff, very reluctantly, and headed to the school to catch a ride.

As we were waiting in front of

the school for our team to arrive to get ready to go I remember several times I walked into the street and glanced down the road towards the hospital just hoping to see my big white van driving to the school. I needed news. Anything. As we were about to leave I spotted my van at the post office! My heart was racing, and I knew the baby had arrived. I just knew it. My dad pulled in and I ran up to the window. Dad rolled down his window and said with a solemn expression on his face, "Jess, I'm sorry to inform you..." My heart sunk into my toes. I couldn't face life with another brother. I just couldn't do it. Tears bubbled their way to the surface and I wanted to protest. "But.. you have a sister!" I lost ALL control of myself then. I started jumping up and down and screaming at the top of my lungs. I cried and screamed and rejoiced. FINALLY. After nearly 11 years of life, I had finally gotten my longest and most sincere desire.

My dad insisted that I still go and play, so I played my heart out. Then I was taken home and my dad told me

I had to shower because the baby would get sick if I didn't. I had the fastest shower of my life, and then my dad took me to the hospital. I was the first one to hold her! She was so precious. I just cried. I instantly fell in love with her. And I have been ever since that day.

I was her number one fan. Her little super mom. And rather bossy. Nothing was going to hurt this little girl as long as I was around. She loved me too, and preferred me to anybody. When she was old enough she was moved into my room of course!

I was in absolute bliss. I loved watching her grow up. Being at school and 12 hours away from her kills me. I'm missing out on the growing years.

It's a challenge every time I leave. She has such a sweet spirit. Sometimes she drives me crazy, but I wouldn't trade her for anything! She is me when I was a little girl. She absolutely adores little kids, babies especially, just like me. She's a little super mom, and I have no doubt that her passion for kids will grow with her, just like it did with me. She's welcome to babysit my kids anytime! :)

I just love this little girl so much.

She can be very temperamental, and especially moody... but that's just her personality. She's hilarious, and she's got quite a crush on a little boy. She's going to be a heart breaker, because she's already drop dead gorgeous. Those baby blues will attract in all the men. I wish there were words to describe her and the love I have for her. But you all know how I feel.