tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680930126064420893.post4432834437041723271..comments2023-12-27T08:30:42.686-06:00Comments on The Art of Family: birthdays... celebrating the memory of beginningsThe Art of Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111418013726721703noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680930126064420893.post-28557857672147387902008-11-23T13:47:00.000-06:002008-11-23T13:47:00.000-06:00Oh Roshana - my heart just swelled with so much em...Oh Roshana - my heart just swelled with so much emotion right now reading your comment. I've been thinking about you all day... Actually, I think I never stop thinking about you. You are my litter sister - but I've had the privilege to be more and take more. You're like my own child. I love you more than life itself, and want nothing more in this world then my children's happiness [that includes you!].<BR/><BR/>I often think about life pre-marriage and what "our family" was like and I miss it greatly. We have so many great memories - and for that, we are blessed. As we grow older, I can only hope and pray that our family continues to make memories so that our children can look back and say, "remember when Aunt Roshana burnt the Turkey that year for Thanksgiving?"<BR/><BR/>I want to always be your dance partner...The Art of Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09111418013726721703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680930126064420893.post-90819230013581852992008-11-23T12:59:00.000-06:002008-11-23T12:59:00.000-06:00thanks guys,this post meant alot. I was sitting in...thanks guys,<BR/>this post meant alot. I was sitting in the backyard a few days ago, home alone, and sat there thinking- there was a time, where there was so much life in this house, i shared a bathroom with you Zarlacht, and fought for the toliet. (we still sadly do) <BR/>where there would be a fire burning in the fireplace, and us under a blanket. We had the sisterly bond (yes you TOO wag!) that felt like it could never be taken away, and as i sat in the backyard the other day, soaking in our lives and where we are now, i wasnt sad. I was happy, happier than i could ever be. My sisters brought life into this world, with me never knowing, their life is my life. I will admit- i miss my sisters minus the husbands, but i love my brothers and neices and nephews. So would anyone care to dance ? <BR/>Love you all <BR/>kisses and hugs<BR/>-RoshanaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680930126064420893.post-53731560401993877522008-10-27T22:27:00.000-05:002008-10-27T22:27:00.000-05:00I remember little 6 year old Roshana keeping an ey...I remember little 6 year old Roshana keeping an eye on her older sisters back at the Howdy Doody. I imagine each time a guy stayed at the counter 1 second longer than it took for them to count their change, she would shoot menacing looks at the guys telling them to 'LEAVE MY SISTERS ALONE'. She probably had a stick back there behind the counter that she would poke at her sisters telling them 'QUIT TALKING TO THAT BOY!'.<BR/><BR/>Time certainly does fly.<BR/><BR/>Roshana... you have turned out to be quite an amazing young lady. (But you'll always be my little sister)Aaronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06230074106249783617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680930126064420893.post-54691886564588071972008-10-27T16:20:00.000-05:002008-10-27T16:20:00.000-05:00Wow! Where does the time go!?!? I remember having ...Wow! Where does the time go!?!? I remember having a 13 year old Roshana at the restaurant scene of our film! Tell her, Corbin and I wish her a happy belated 21st!!!<BR/><BR/>Corbin and I are so looking forward to seeing you guys this week!!!<BR/><BR/>-Dave & CorbinAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com