Denial

 

I’m so blessed and so fortunate to have three amazing sisters!  What would I do without them?  Go crazy.  I also have seven brothers.  They’re cool and all but a girl needs a sister. 

My littlest sis just turned 21 over the weekend.  We are tight.  She’s one of the funniest people I know.  She’s obsessed with things like Baja hoodies, good looking black men and while I’m sharing this picture…the Lakers. 

                                      

She has her own language.  It consists of “totes inappropes, presh, ten, awk, sitch, sicky sicky nar nar, literagitimately, strugs, strugglin” and so many others but my brain is literally melting typing those out. Yeah.  Literally.  Brains.  All over the keyboard.  In a puddle.

Forgive me if you ever hear me using those phrases.  Because I do.  Too often.  I blame her.

And of course she is like a second (third, fourth?) mother to my girls.  Oh how they love her.

So why am I in denial? Because she is leaving us!  For 18 months!  She’s going here:

She is serving a mission for our church.  The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  I am so happy for her, she is going to be absolutely amazing.  The people will love her.  It will be an experience like no other and she will cherish it for the rest of her life.

But.

I’m going to miss her.  A lot.

And I’m kind of hoping this boy decides to come before she leaves.  Because you know, I’d like them to meet.  For at least a day.  Or two.

He’s got a couple weeks.  Let’s go kiddo.