You guys I'm freaking out.
My sister turned 13 last Thursday.
She's a TEENAGER.
Heaven help me!
Wasn't she just in her diaper digging for rollie pollies in the garden?
I'm having some attachment issues...bear with me.
(I feel like this is acceptable, considering how many diapers of hers I changed.)
I still remember vividly being at Grandma and Grandpa's house
sitting on the wicker bar stools
and hearing my parents announce that there was going to be a new addition to the family.
I remember the shock and the excitement,
the promise of new life blooming in the room.
I love you baby sister.
Even if I can't quite admit that you're growing up!
You are good at:
all of which I consider to be essential characteristics in a quality human being.