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alizah may wink

i remember the three year old, still in her life vest, begging to be pushed 12 feet deep so that she could retrieve the rings and torpedos and whatever else was down there. she came up sputtering, but darn it she wanted to go again. she was too buoyant to make it on her own with that watermelon belly. 

the seven year old, who jumped off 30 foot cliffs with not a second of hesitation... it took me about 20 minutes. then that same trip, dying to ride the "upside down roller-coasters," but not being tall enough. so she tried again, and again, and again. wearing higher shoes, sneaking in on piggyback, walking on her tiptoes. finally, buckled in and feeling victorious, they called for a last-minute measurement. no rides for lizah. but not for lack of trying.

the one who made fast friends with those who were supposed to be her fierce competition at swim meets, even though they were just little girls. she literally crossed the barrier of those lane lines through hugs and smiles, and they got to be just little girls, and swim fast in the pool too.

the one who served me so selflessly when i was down after my ankle injury. she'd get my water, my medicine, my blanket and 32 pillows and move them from place to place all day long. then snuggle up and watch some dumb tv with me. 

everyone is always surprised by her age and beauty. i guess i don't think twice about it because of that way about her, the way she is just comfortable and homey. she's so welcoming and loving and willing to laugh, why should it matter what her age is? i couldn't laugh harder with anyone else in the world, or trust another to love, serve, and correct me. 

the word that describes her to me best is whimsical.

 alizah may wink. 
alizah may laugh. alizah may cry. 
alizah may give. alizah may love. alizah may dance. 
alizah may is one brave little sister. 
and i'm so glad she's mine. 

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