One I look up to

I am the oldest of five kids, three boys and two girls and although I am so grateful for my

three brothers, I was blessed to have a sister.

We are twenty-one months apart and have always been close.  We had those years as little girls sharing our room with the Holly Hobbie wallpaper.  I probably wasn't the nicest sister, always taping off my side of the room, unhappy to get her "hand-me-downs" (as if it were her fault she has always been taller than me), and not allowing her to like the same things I did, but even then, as a little girl, she was the sweet one.  I have always been a "chicken", "nervous Nelly", whatever you want to call me at night.  My sister would let me slide down the wall from the top bunk, scoot into bed with her and sleep soundly.  One time I even kicked her out of the bottom bunk, onto the floor, and threw up on her...yahh that probably belongs in a different post, but seriously she still loves me! 

She came to visit us this weekend and we had the best time!  We laughed so hard we couldn't breath, we stayed up so late we couldn't keep our eyes open, and we cried together when she had to go.  She happened to be here for family pictures.  Yah, bummer for her to have to play the role of "master entertainer" behind my super talented, but very pregnant, photographer.  She did awesome!! It worked out great because we got a few pictures of the two of us together.  She is amazing, I LOVE her!!