She started as an egg and sperm, grew into a fetus, "cooked" for nine months, and then came the birthing process. Red faced, crying, dripping wet ... and I'm not talking about the baby. Alanna had to make a grand entrance into the world. Any less would not be my little sister. Over the past four years, I really haven't seen it as it seemed to fly right by me. I feel as though I was cradling her tiny infant body in my arms only yesterday. She has grown so much in such a short period of time.
Loves princesses, movies, playing "dog", Hide and Seak, wrestling with me, and apple juice. Couldn't pay her to eat dinner most nights, drink soda, or sit still for more than five minutes unless a movie is involved. She's insanely funny and quite the actress. When she wants to, she's still just as big of a cuddle bug as when she was one or two years old.
I refuse to play favorites between her and my youngest sister, Emilia, but there will always be that silent special bond that I have with her since she was my first sister. There's a special pride that I feel when I pick her up or drop her off at gymnastics or pre-school, or make her lunch, or play with her, or when she sits on my lap to watch a movie, or when I still get asked to scratch her back and sing our song. The day that she really surprised me was the day that she sang that specific song to me out of nowhere for the first time and remembered all the lyrics.
Ever since she was born, I always sang this song to her to help her sleep. You might know it, actually. It's the song from 8 Mile where he is singing to his sister. I just changed the name to 'Laney' (Alanna's nickname). The idea that at only 4 years old she already knows it by heart leaves me breathless.
Alanna Louise Liszcz; creation at its finest.
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