happy birthday to my first coach

You were my first coach on my health and my life from the day I was born - on your birthday. 

I guess mom and dad only celebrated their love on their anniversary every August! 

Thank you for caring for me like I was your own baby before you were even a teenager and guiding me until I flew the coup as a young adult. 

I developed my love for an active life style, watching you play tennis on summer evenings with your friends after dinner. I loved running out to find the lost tennis balls among the fresh grass and dandelions. As I moved into my second form of dance study, you also took on dance in University and it was such a fun time to dance together- remember that wedding we performed at- Who were they? Thank you for double riding me on your bike until I could peddle my own and then encouraging me as a teenager, to ride for heart. Though I couldn't feel my butt for a week after, it was a huge accomplishment and I will never forget my first cycling race! 

I have to say our diets probably weren't the best once everyone went to sleep in the house! You were blessed with the lean genes and I just came along every time you had a late night craving for a whopper meal - Aiya!  I also have memories of fish sticks, bbq pork buns, frosted flakes, pop tarts, fruit roll ups and swanson's dinners (I know we went through that phase!) Thank goodness those days were numbered and WAY behind us and we have grown a deep love for home cooked meals because of Mom and Grandpa.  

As the last few years have gone by, I can see all your practice has paid off with my amazing nephews who aren't picky eaters, well mannered, great dancers and KC is SO gifted with both the golf club and hockey stick!  You're welcome- I was a good dummy baby to practice on and I turned out alright! 

Thanks for being my first coach, my critic and my supporter. From across the oceans, with a full heart of appreciation every time I think of you, Happy Birthday big bro. 

love, 

lil sis.