Do you ever get the feeling that you’re exactly where you need to be? If you were offered an instant getaway to Rome or Bali or Paris you simply wouldn’t go because you’re caught up in something that makes you tingle with genuine goodness. That’s the feeling I got when I watched my baby sister teaching her Kindergarden class to count to 30.
My baby sister, Caity, is a sweetheart with a knack for telling jokes and making people feel loved. She’s worked as a teacher for the past two years, but today was the first time I was able to watch her in action. And you know what? She brings all that talent for making people feel special right into the classroom.
I surprised Caity’s class with 36 Dunkin Donuts to see what happens what you fill kids with sprinkles and frosting and jelly before 9am. Start the day off with a sugar high, right? As you might guess, Caity was (is) the sweetheart and I was (am) the troublemaker.
I read her class a story and then I sat back and watched her teach. As I observed her work, I thought about how proud I am to have such a kind and funny baby sister. Lucky me for making memories with her since 1987.
My mom and my grandma love baking Swedish pancakes, and whenever my grandma visits, the two of them chat and enjoy the sweet treats before waking me and my siblings for breakfast. By the time we join them, the house is filled with the smell of butter & jam.
I moved to college in New Orleans when I turned 18, and the experience with the wild&artistic city inspired an incredible sense of wanderlust: I wanted to see everything. In four years I changed my address 6 times: I studied abroad in Rome, spent a summer au-pairing in Milan, volunteered a year in Mexico, and then moved to Chicago for graduate school.
I associated home with the sound of my sister singing in the shower, my brother yelping loudly when he passed a new level on Halo (an XBOX game), and my parents giggling over inside jokes. Luckily, none of those things are associated with an address or a building, and so I was able to take my home on the road. Like a turtle, right?
But seriously, roommates singing in the shower reminded me of my sister, Caity. Dates laughing so loudly that soda spurted out their nose reminded me of my brother, Sam. I felt close to my mom anytime someone was able to make me feel calm.
My little sister is a kindergarten teacher in Phoenix, and she recently won her dream home in a housing lottery. What’s a housing lottery, you ask? It’s a special lottery that allows firemen, police-officers and teachers to buy a house in foreclosure at a huge discount It’s hard to imagine someone more deserving than my hardworking and kindhearted sister.
Anyway! Caity is moving this week, and I wanted to help make her new house feel like a home. I decided to make a make a floral wreath out of paper, and calligraph “home is wherever i’m with you” on the inside. You can see my project below, and maybe, just maybe, Caiters will send us a picture of the artwork hanging in her new home.
I started with a circle of paper as an outline for the wreath:
Made leaves out of colored paper:
Made the task a little easier with pre-made paper flowers:
And placed the entire wreath in a shadow-box frame: