The baby of the family, and a long awaited girl, Sarah was fussed over a wee bit. Perhaps spoiled a bit. Through my teen eyes, she was was spoiled far too much! Through my teen eyes, she was never told no or denied any whim. Sarah was smart too, and still is. Like scary smart. She was a self-proclaimed princess and ruled her kingdom. Jealousy did not suit me well.
Sadly, for this egocentric, self-centered teen, her name stuck. Time passed. After a couple years,
Years passed and eventually, the beautiful name Sarah came back. But to further enforce the lesson I was practically obligated to teach her, my nic-name for her, George, was one that I didn't give up. And eventually, after a while, a long while, and with much learning and forgiveness, it became my term of endearment for my beloved baby sister... something special just between the two of us.
I had my first child when George was only 11 years old, and she officially became Aunt George. She's still Aunt George to this day.
Love between a man and a woman.
Love from an older sister to a baby one.
I love you, George!