twentyone

My sister is 21 today. Twenty-one. Eek!

Taylor is the middle child in our family, and I think God knew what He was doing when He put us in the order He did. You know how you have bookends on a shelf, and sometimes they don't really stand up unless there are actually books in between them? That's us. Casey and I are the bookends and Taylor is the book in the middle that holds it all up. She balances us. Casey and I would probably just fall over if Taylor wasn't there in the middle. 

When we were little, I was sort of mean. Not really because I wanted to hurt anyone's feelings, but because I thought it was funny. Which I guess makes me even meaner than I thought. Anyway...there is a home video that my dad took with a new videocamera, so he's really just testing it out, and my sister is standing on top of one of those big popcorn tins and smiling this hilarious smile, like she thinks dad is taking her picture. She's just standing there. Smiling. I'm laughing just typing this out and thinking about it. Then out of nowhere, I knock her off the tin and get up on it myself and start doing something ridiculous and not nearly as funny as my little sister standing there waiting for the flash. I was an attention whore. Sorry, sister. 

I'm so proud of my sister and proud to be her sister. She's beautiful and smart and hilarious and she cares about people. She loves me even when I'm being crazy or pushing her off of popcorn tins and she always tells me the truth even when I don't want to hear it. We trust each other. We know each other. We love each other. 

Having siblings has been one of my biggest blessings, and I'm so excited to celebrate my sister's birthday with them when I go home this weekend.

Happy birthday, sister. Put the champagne in the fridge. I'm on my way to celebrate!

love.

krq.