I come from a family of 3. Brother Chris, who is 9 years older than me, and sister Jo (Johanna) who is 6 years older than me. With us spread out like that, I was kinda like an only child. Not only was Jo interested in playing differently because of the age difference, she and I were also complete opposites. She a tomboy to the core, me a prissy girl who wanted to play house. We fought a lot, and I was notorious for being a tattle tale, and also the baby of the family who got away with a lot. However, I always looked up to her! I knew she was the bomb, who could play ball, and the homecoming queen, while I was chubby and a dork. Sooooo, you see, growing up I knew I loved her, but wasn't sure having a sister was all that.
Now I know better. Ever since she had Cody (16 years ago now) we've become close. Sister's are great. They know why you are the way you are. They share the same goofy memories with you, and there's just a strong bond that you can't really explain.
Okay, now that I've spilled my guts and babbled on, I can tell you about her visit. She and the boys came down on Monday and stayed the night.
Pierce was in heaven!!!
And they both share their I-pads!


Boys played more games with Hope while Pierce was in school.

This I HAD to get a picture of. 16 years old people. I teased him that I was going to upload it to Facebook and tag him in it.


2 comments:
What a sweet sweet post. How cute is it watching the boys play with Hope.
Such a sweet post. Sisters are good when you get older. I have 6 I I appreciate them more now then when we were little. Glad you got to spend time with her.
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