She's 18

I remember the day she was born.  It seems like yesterday.  I was sitting in the cafeteria at Baptist Hosptial with my Nana when they called us up.  She was coming.  I stayed by my mom the entire time.  I watched her birth.  My first birth at 11 years old.  I was a sister.  And only child, turned big sister.  I was on cloud 9. 

We brought her home and I have nothing but sweet memories of her. Of course, these memories are all in a photo box somewhere stored away.  It was waaaaay before digital cameras so I have no pictures of this angel of mine.  My sister.  Mine.  All mine. 

She was the little toddler sister everyone loved.  She won the hearts of many.  She nosed her way in on the couch any time we were all pilled up.  She would never go to bed if there were friends over.  I spanked her once.  She had a lazy eye.  She looked up with me with those sad eyes and I melted.  From then on, she had me by the pinky.  She still does. 

She has a heart of gold.  She's got style like you can't believe.  "She's meaner than a damn snake." She's beautiful.  She loves Jesus.  She loves her family.  She's loyal.  Don't cross her.  You'll be sorry.  She's tender.  She's honest. She's on her own time.  She's talented.  She's a daugher.  A sister.  An aunt.  A friend.  She's my sister.  My friend. 

And I can't believe she's 18.  Where did the time go???  Sniff sniff.

 

These are some of my favorite pictures of her.  Look at those tweetie bird glasses.

Today we celebrated her.  All day long.

We started with a trip in a limo to the Pancake Pantry. 

After breakfast we headed down town.  Mom and Ali got tattoos.  I wimped out. 

Should I decide to get another, I'll match with them.

It's a little bow that's an infinty symbol

with an xo at the bottom.

That's there signature mark.

xo this, xo that.

We finished the night with SATCO and Pottery.

She's 18.  I cannot believe it. 

Happy Birthday Sas.

I love you more than I love my luggage.