So she did.Dad is an art teacher at the high school. When I was four, Dad told her she should just do it. She didn’t really know how to do the business stuff. She told me she’d wanted to start one for a long time, but she was scared. Short, curly hair that’s graying on the sides.A wide smile.Her own bakery that she started when I was four years old. Mom has broad shoulders and round, strong arms and sometimes she says she feels “stocky” or “ungraceful,” but she’s not like that in the kitchen. It’s like watching those YouTube videos of Michelle Kwan ice-skating in the Olympics. I bounced in my seat a couple of times, feeling almost like it really was my birthday. Mom did a small hop as she walked back over to the sink. I tried to do the same mysterious grin that my dad did, and then shoved another bite of Malt-O-Meal in my mouth. So Rosalind the Iguana would only be one of many awesome names I could choose from. I ask them questions, I tell them what I’m worrying about, and I try to figure out what the best of them would do. Then I have a whole squad of friends going around with me wherever I go. When I come across important, special, underestimated people like Rosalind, I collect them in my head and they become my friends. She’s a scientist too many people don’t know about. I would name her Rosalind after Rosalind Franklin. Maybe it was a pet iguana? A pet iguana would be one of the most unique pets ever. Maybe a safari in Botswana? Maybe it had something to do with my big sister, Nonny, who lived in Chicago with her husband, Thomas. “Honestly, I think you’ll like it as much as that.” “You’re buying me a puppy, aren’t you?”ĭad laughed, looking back at his book. “We’re not going to tell you what it is, but there is going to be a surprise waiting for you when you get home from school today.” I was already on my third bite so I had to swallow before I could say, “What?” Then Mom put a bowl of the delicious, steamy Malt-O-Meal in front of me and said, “Guess what, Libby.” That is my all-time favorite food.ĭad looked up from his book and grinned at me-a mysterious grin like he was hiding a secret. Mom made chocolate Malt-O-Meal for breakfast. This is what happened when I woke up this morning: But it’s not like that’s what I go around thinking about all the time, especially on a day when my mom and dad tell me they have a surprise unbirthday present waiting for me after school.
There were a whole buttload of other weird things happening to me when I was born, too. Mom tells me she was very, very scared for her baby girl. Like it was already shouting, I’M JUST TRYING REALLY HARD OVER HERE.
I was born with a heart three sizes too big.
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