Four women and a cat

Before I begin this week's memory let me introduce you to my cat, Midas.  You must understand that Midas is very much a part of our family.  

It was two years ago, my father was away on business leaving my mom, sisters, cat, and I  home alone.  We were all heading off to bed.  Nicole, Lauren, and my mom were in bed.  I went into my parent's room to say good night to my mother.  Midas followed me into the room, jumped onto the bed, and then into the window. 

Then,

 it 

happened...

The screen popped out, and down he fell..two stories into the thorn bushes below.

I immediately began to cry and scream, which aroused my sisters out of their beds.  We all ran to the back porch, slid open the sliding doors, and ran outside.  There we all were running around outside at  11:00 at night.  As I thought back upon this event I distinctly saw all our unique personalities come forth.  Let me explain:

Mom: Brooke, you just need to accept it...that is a far far fall.  Midas is dead.  Brooke stop crying and just accept it.  You need to prepare yourself he is dead.  And if the fall didn't kill him then he will stumble into the road and get run over.

Brooke: Well, all I did was cry and cry and cry.

Lauren: ran around and around and around and around the house, 

Midas, Midas, come here boy!

Nicole: All right guys, cam down.  Mom, stop saying he is dead. Cats always land on their feet therefore Midas is not dead.  He is probably just scared and ran off.  Brooke stop crying calm down and call for him.  He will come eventually.

Eventually Midas rounded the corner, shaking and trembling in fear.  I swooped him up in my arms held him tight.  I carried him up the stairs, put him in bed with me, and then silently thanked God for protecting my little man.

Mom entered into the house peeked into the room, and told me that Midas may have hurt some of his organs on the inside, he may have internal bleeding.  He still may not make it.

Lauren, well I think she ran a couple more laps around the house.  She then came in, gave Midas a cheerful rub.  She hopped into bed and fell sound asleep.

Nicole, she went straight to bed, without acknowledging Midas.  All the while muttering that don't we know cats land on their feet.  He will be okay.

Two years later, Midas is still alive and well.  That night was truly one of the scariest nights of my life. Yet, every time I think of it, I cant help but smile.  

Brooke

Take hold of my hand

So, I decided to join my sister for Memory Thursday.  I will try my best to write every Thursday.  I am very excited about this endeavor.  There are so many times that a memory comes to my mind, and I find myself smiling. 

For those of you who grew up sharing a bedroom with a sibling you know that it can be a blessing and a curse.  Mostly a curse...well that is until it was night time.  The two of us would just lay on our bunk beds.  I was on the top ( because I am older) and she was below me; we talked long into the night.  I recall many a night where my dad would walk by the room and say, "Brooke and Lauren stop talking you have school tomorrow"  or "Girls, quiet down in there!" We would try so hard to lay quietly but then one of us would start giggling and then it would start up all over again.  So, we came up with an idea... Since we had to go to sleep and we had to stop talking, we would try to hold hands all night.  I hung my arm down under the rail of my top bunk and grabbed a hold of my little sister's hand.  We vowed to never let go of each other all night long.  Most of the time my little sister's hand fell to her bed in the middle of the night.  However, there were some mornings where we would wake hand in hand.  Those were also the mornings that we would both wake with sore arms.  Our entire arm seemed to ache,

Memories like that make so thankful that I have the privilege of sharing a room with my little sister.  So many precious memories were made those nights when we were suppose to be sleeping.

Lauren, 

We are a lot older now.  And we have not attempted to hold hands while sleeping in quite a while. However, I just want to let you know my hand is still outstretched.  Not literally like when we were  children.  But rather as you get ready to graduate from highschool, get a job, and enter into college... I will always be here for you...Always

Simply take hold of my hand.