The following is from a holiday letter I wrote in December 1996. Tara’s big brother Dustin had just turned 4 and Mikayla, her big sister, was 8 months old. (Tara’s entrance into the world was still a little over 2 years away).
Dustin has embraced having a big sister with the same enthusiasm with which he tackles life (and, at times, tackles his good-natured sister). “When Mikayla is a big girl,” claims Dustin, “she’s going to be beautiful. And you know what? When I get to be a boy, I’ll get married.”
(Mom): “You already are a boy. You mean when you’re a man?”
(Dustin): “Yeah, when I’m a man, I’ll get married. What means ‘married’?”
(Mom): “It’s when you love someone very much and you promise to be with them.”
(Dustin, after a pause): “Mom, I’m gonna marry Mikayla. No, I love you too. I guess I’m gonna marry you and Mikayla!”
Dustin’s sisters have always been pretty good at dealing with his whirlwind of energy. Since he left for his first year of college, Mikayla tells me she misses his antics. Dustin’s coming home soon and I’m glad we all agree: even if we don’t favor polygamy, a little chaos is good.