I’d like to tell you about my favourite blogger. I’ve been reading her blog forever. I’ve known her even longer. Let me tell you how I met her…
It was a dark and cold (and stormy?) night, somewhere in England, around Birmingham actually. I was supposed to be travelling straight through that area heading south, but this particular blogger changed my plans. She changed the plans of my parents too. They’d been hoping for an uneventful trip to their new home, after leaving their old one in Scotland. But…
Halfway through the journey, my mother groaned and said, “I think I need to get to a hospital… quick!” Immediately my father stepped on the accelerator pedal really hard, and soon the blaring of a siren could be heard pursuing us from behind. Despite the look on Mum’s face - "there's no time to stop!" - Dad pulled obediently over to the side of the road.
“Okay, sir! Where are you going in such a hurry?”
My father wound down the car window and said, “My wife’s about to give birth.”
The police officer took one look at my uncomfortable mother, before saying, “Follow me!” He revved up his engine, set the siren blaring once more, and with a grin (I’m sure) sped off into the distance. He was on a mission to save the world… or at least help my mother. A bit of excitement in the middle of the night.
Dad hurriedly put his car into motion too, and soon we were sailing along at an illegal speed, directly behind a police escort.
As soon as we arrived at the nearest hospital, my mother was whisked away out of sight, leaving my father, my younger sister and I, yawning and bewildered in a waiting room. There was a large wooden rocking horse in the corner of the room. How strange it was to be awake and rocking in the middle of the night.
I don’t think we could have rocked very long before a nurse appeared. My favourite blogger had arrived on the scene. Of course she wasn’t a blogger in those days. I wasn’t either. In fact blogging hadn’t been invented then. We were just two little girls. We were sisters.
We still are sisters. These days we’re also bloggers. My sister blogs at Creating with Wisdom. Have you guessed who my favourite blogger is? Vicky of course.
Let me tell you a little bit about Vicky. Actually I don’t know if I need to say much. My sister’s reputation as an extremely talented artist is well known. I'm sure many people have already discovered Vicky and her blog. We may be sisters but I suspect Vicky was handed the whole big bag of artistic genes. Nothing was spared for me. Not even a crumb. I am a piece of scrap paper and a crayon. Vicky is a treasured masterpiece.
Then there’s Vicky’s photos. Have you seen them? I steal my blog photos from Morguefile (all legally of course). But my sister takes all her own photos with a proper camera, the complicated sort. She doesn’t even use the automatic settings. I think that’s really clever. I haven’t yet made it into manual mode with my own camera.
Now Vicky has always said (whenever I complain about my lack of artistic talent), “I might be an artist, but you are a writer.” This always used to console me… until I read her latest posts. I think Vicky is turning into a poet. (I write poetry as well as I draw.) She is now an artist and a writer.
Poetry? If you don’t know what I’m talking about, hop over to Vicky’s blog. You’ll soon see what I mean.
Vicky, I love your blog. I love being blogging sisters. I love you.
Oh, and if you think you’re going to slip quietly out of this bloggy world, please think again. What would I do without you? The blogosphere wouldn’t be the same without my favourite blogger.
I wrote the story of my sister's birth as I remember it. Any errors are due to the fact it all happened a long time ago!