I felt the lump in my throat. I willed myself not to cry. I remembered that it didn't mean she was gone forever. She just wasn't going to constantly be around anymore.
I remember the night she was born like it was yesterday. My grandparents were visiting us and the whole family was waiting anxiously at the hospital to hear that first cry. The sweetest sound in the world. My grandparents took my brother and I home for the night and we ate cheese grits. They were, and still are, the best grits I have ever had in my whole life. I was so excited. At 9 years old, I didn't realize what a miracle we had just received. That precious child came into my life and changed me forever.
She came out a spitfire, a completely independent soul. She is incredibly talented and creative and beautiful. She has made me a better person--just by knowing her.
My little sister is all grown up. She graduated high school last night, and I, the oh-so-proud big sister, was there to document it. I couldn't get close enough to get real shots but I tried my best to capture the moment for her.
I want nothing but the best for her always. I hope she enjoys college as much as I did. I hope she follows her dreams and lives with no regrets. When she is joyous, I hope she calls me to share. When she has heartaches, I hope she knows I will drive 6 hours to cry with her. All she has to do is call.
I love you!!!
