Lisa
My cousin Lisa was born when I was a spritely eight years old. I was terribly excited that there was finally another girl in the family on my mom's side. Even better, my aunt named her one of my favorite names: Lisa, AND it turned out that she was born with cute fuzzy red hair, that grew into amazing bright red hair and later stunning auburn hair. I had always wanted red hair, and sort of lived vicariously through my cousin. (I'm not so sure she always liked her hair, but I would have traded for it any day, and still would).
My cousin Lisa was my special project as a child. I was at that perfect age of wanting to play with and pretend to take care of little kids when she was a little kid. I was constantly in her sweet infant and toddler face, overwhelming her. (With her curly red pigtails, she was seriously the cutest toddler you'll ever meet). Lisa was the first person I babysat (which meant I did a lot of mean bossing around when her mother wasn't around).
Lisa is wicked smart, amazingly kind, and absolutely hilarious. I laughed so much when she came to visit. She's also remarkably forgiving, and never mentions all the torturous things I put her through during her early childhood.
I've been looking for some of the pictures I took of her when she was a toddler for my photography 4-H project, but I haven't been able to locate them. They might be in North Dakota. Stay tuned. I'm going to North Dakota at the end of this week!