It's really kind of insane. Really. Just a little bit.
When Emma was little, she was always on my hip or with me doing something. If Heather came to our house holding Emma, Emma would lean over to me.
I played barbies with Emma and Becky (still do sometimes).
One of my most refreshed memories of her is when she was... maybe three-ish to four.
It was co-op, and lunch time.
Emma was already at the table, Becky beside her.
I grabbed my food and went to find a place to sit.
I heard Emma screaming my name, and waving franticly.
"TIANA! TIANA! SIT BESIDE ME! SIT BESIDE ME! TIANA! BESIDE ME!" and so on.
Flattered, I walked over and sat down.
As I moved my chair forward a bit, I heard Emma again.
This time though, she said my name so quiet.
I looked over at her, and her face was soooo solemn.
"Tiana," she whispered, "You're sitting beside me."
Happy birthday, Emma! :D