Wednesday, August 4, 2010


Today is a strange and wonderful day. You see that tiny little kid in the picture up there? No, not the geeky one with the braces, the little cute one. Yep, that's the one. That, everybody, is my baby sister. And she is a baby. Dangit, she IS!

But as of today, she is also 18 years old. I can hardly believe that I've known her for 18 years. It's hard to think of that since I remember so clearly driving to the hospital and waiting around for someone, ANYONE to let us in the room so I could finally meet my little sister. I remember learning how to take care of her and going through awesome times (crayon drawing sessions together, more recent trips to A-Kon) and some rougher times (papau and I used to have to all but sit on her to get her clothes on to get her ready for preschool).

So before I get too weepy and dorky about the whole thing, I just want to say that I am super, super proud of my little sister. Not just for living 18 years. I mean, lots of people do that. I'm proud of her for growing into a sweet, smart young woman who I am proud to have as a friend and even prouder to have as a sister.
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