Blueberry Jam

It’s funny that I am naming you Blueberry, because of the fact that I used to call my brother “blueberry butt” back in the day ha ha he he.

Before I get into the role that you play in my life now, let us speak of your own personal journey (to the best of my ability). Here goes nothing –

From what you’ve told me, growing up must have been hard for you, as you did not have a father. You also had to fend for yourself early on, because your siblings were much older than you, and at times you struggled with what you wanted in terms of being codependent /independent (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong).  You told me stories of when you ran away from home, fell in love with all the wrong people, and how you started working at an early age just so you could support yourself.

Blueberry, you are yet another strong and beautiful woman that I have in my life, who has shown me what it means to love and be loved. Not only that, but God has placed you in my life to exemplify what it means to chase after your dreams. Personally I have learned that life is all about balance. It is okay to be both codependent and independent – it’s all about knowing how to be both (you know who you are, thank you for embedding this into my soul). Ask and you shall receive.


Dancing is your jam. It is your passion and it is your outlet, your escape. I will always admire you for the fact that even after you started a family, you are still able to hold onto this passion because it gives you the ability to express yourself in the way that words will never be able to.

Thank you for being another older sister that I didn’t ask for, but I needed, in a sense, to keep me grounded continuously.

I pray for you, gaw-gaw, Squirtle, and Charmander. May God bless you all and shine His rays of love so that together you may come to experience Him. I trust that He is always watching over this family, and that He will continue to provide.

In Jesus’ name we pray, amen.


B. T.