An Ode To Stacy
Stacy and Me
July 2007
When my youngest sister Stacy was born, my dad brought us to the hospital to visit her for the first time. I remember thinking she smelled like a mixture of pizza and toast. I also remember how cute and little she was, I fell in love with her immediately. I was the proudest 6 year old big sister you would ever know. I held her all the time, helped feed and change her... I even wrote a song for her.
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