My Sis

One of the things I'll miss the most about good ol' AZ:

Here's a lil' tribute to my lil' sis (who is taller than me):

For the Sister who listens to me talk for hours about the unfairness of life, is always a call or text away, reminds me to take care of myself too, and who told off the mean-girls for me in 6th grade.

For the Aunt who always has the energy to dance with my girls (and to do a toe-touch without stretching out), who will let a slobbering baby kiss her face, and will even call off work to watch her neices in an emergency. Who has sleepovers with the girls- even though she is so worn out after clinicals- sacrifices her t-shirts to be used as favorite jammies, always thinks of my kiddies when she is shopping (wahoo!), and is always up for a lunch date at Chik-Fil-A. You rock at babysitting, changing diapers, and taking the girls potty at Walmart (I know how painful that is for you).

Thanks for letting us destroy your house, stain your clothes and, well, just hanging out with you.

Love ya, sis...