Rach is thoughtful. Mum says she always has been. Knowing I'm a bit of a 'fraidy cat when Mr. B is away, Rach texts me before she goes to bed to let me know she's sleeping with her phone by her side in case I need to ring in the middle of the night.
Rach doesn't fuss, she just gets in and does it. Whether it be house stuff, school stuff, church stuff, family stuff, she doesn't waste time talking about it, she just does it. This daydream believer should be taking notes.
Rach loves her kids to distraction. She walks her own race and tries her darnedest not to get caught up in the game. Like most mums, she is in there striving every day to be the best possible one she can.
Rach lets me be a big sister by sometimes running ideas and concerns for her kids by me (despite me not having any of my own). She trusts my intelligence and my love for her poppets, knowing I too want the very best for them and I love her for recognising that.
Rach has the same dry sense of humour as I do. I don't know how many times we've rung each other unable to breathe let alone speak for laughter as we've tried to convey a particularly hilarious incident that we each know the other will get immediately.
Rach is generous. Very. With her time, with her money, with her home, with her things. All of it. She has 3 kids, I have a part-time job yet she'll end up being the one making a cake for me to take to a do because some somehow I have personally misplaced 5hrs in the day.
Mum, Rach & I
As I read back what I've written I'm frustrated that words as always have let me down and I can't truly tell you how I feel but Happy Birthday Rach. How lucky was I when you came along two and a half years later. Rhetorical question :)