My Baby Wizzy
My baby sister is a teenager.
I can’t believe that!
Could it really have been 13 years since she was born?
It is so hard to believe that here we are. Wizzy is a teenager.
While all of the chubs are special and very loved, I have to admit that Mary holds a very special role. People always ask me if she is spoiled or if she doesn’t fit in. I answer that while she is definitely not spoiled — that is, she has jobs and responsibilities just like everyone else — she is most certainly treasured.
I always have loved my little brothers, but I’ve got to admit that Wizzy did something special to me. I guess she softened me up quite a bit.
Now that she is turning into a young lady, it is a little bittersweet. It’s sad to see the “baby” Wizzy fade, but it is amazing to see what kind of beautiful young lady she is turning out to be. She is so mature, so selfless, so sweet. She really is a leader. I’m so proud of her.
I’m so thankful that God allowed me to be this close with the family for this long, because I get to witness these milestones and the once-in-a-lifetime transitions.
One unexpected side effect of having Mary around is that she has helped me keep a high standard in what kind of girl I would be interested in. See, I realize that whoever I would marry would be several years older than my sister, and I would love to be able to encourage Wizzy to look up to her, where I could confidently say, “Go ahead and dress like she does, act like she does, watch what she watches,” and so on.
So I am really praying that if I get married, God will provide someone who would be a perfect role model for Wizzy, where I can safely tell her, “There! Be just like her.” I have got to believe there are such women out there! There may not necessarily be an abundance of them currently, but all I need is one.
And, in the interim, my goal is to try to personally live up to the standard of the kind of guy that I would recommend for Wizzy. That is a challenge. I love Wizzy so much, and I only want the best for her. Whoever I would marry would also be somebody’s little girl, somebody’s sister. She would also be a treasure, and I need to work hard to be worthy of her, just like I would expect a guy to meet a high standard in order to deserve Wizzy.
We’re still a ways off from all of that, thankfully. She is only 13, so we needn’t get too worried just yet. 
But bottom line… she’s my Number One girl. The Arndt Family has never been the same after January 5 of 1997. I’m so blessed to have such a wonderful little sister. Even though she may technically be a teenager now, I have a feeling that she is going to still be my baby Wizzy for quite some time.