Misty Watercolor Memories

The title-cheese {yes, the velveeta kind}, but I can’t help it. One day they’ll be all grown up and scattered pictures is all I’ll have of these times of innocence and growth. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a sister. Now, I know. Of course, they argue and aren’t perfect (well maybe they’re perfect to me), but to this day they still end up in the same bunk every morning. I hear them laughing and talking about school, friends, us…I hope they’ll always love each other as much as they do now. If they don’t, I hope they will remember that their relationship is more important than their egos or who is right and wrong. I hope when times are stormy they will call each other (and me). You two (and your baby sister who fell asleep in the car before this light hunt) make my heart swell. I love you more than words. xoxo

 

 

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