I met her, my very own sister, when I was almost six.
I remember sitting on a really tall hospital bed - so high up that my legs dangled far above
the sterile white floor - when dad placed her into my arms for the first time.
It was love at first sight.
The red-headed little pixie had me at hello!
I wish I had pictures to show you of her flamboyant spunky childhood. Let me just say that I NEVER learned how to apply lipstick as well as my sister Molly already did at age three and a half.
She was amazing in every way from her freckled nose to her songbird voice.
But now she is an Auntie, a wife, and momma, making her home into a serene kingdom for her family.
We had the privilege to visit my sis and her family in their own nest last weekend, and my heart was blessed.
Here are a few pictures of our time together.
The big guys taught Zachary how to throw a football, and he was very committed!
That ball made contact with his head.
I thought we might not get to see this too many times in the future, so snuck a few pictures:
The cousins together except missing Charlie's kiddos
Uncle Nick - if we could have chosen, we would have picked you!
You're head and shoulders above the rest.
And we sisters...
I'm so glad for you, you sweet sister you!
Thank you for a wonderful day :-)