I'm feeling all cute and lovely about my sisters after writing about Thumber and her birthday. The above photo is all three of us! Yes, I have another sister! (I also have a brother too, Broseph. But this is a girl power evening so we'll save him for later.)
Beaner is the baby girl of the family, fourteen years my junior. She obviously makes me feel extremely old. I find myself acting like the wise old sage when I see her. I can't help from lecturing her on staying away from the "mean girls" at school and prying her to tell me if she's kissed a boy or not. She obviously says no. And then I convince myself to believe her. I do get the distinct feeling that my advice goes in one cute little ear and out the other, but that's okay.
She better know that I'll be the one to go kick the ass of the first boy to break her heart, while Thumber attempts to hold me back. (Thumber has much more restraint in pen and tongue than I do). I also can't wait to help her pick out her first prom dress. I'm not just saying this because she's my sister: Beaner defines the word breath-taking. Even as a baby, I swore she was an angel dropped from the heavens.