I am grateful for her.

I took these pictures today.
I make them model for my bands:
(other siblings, you will have a turn as well :) lucky u ) (anyone else out that want alittle whimsical shoot?)

This is one of my sisters. She is the sixth of eight of us children. She got married when I was serving my mission. She is pregnant with her second child, even though the photograph speaks otherwise, she is due late spring. She is quite opinionated, much like myself. We are very similar in our stubborn thought process ( a righteous stubborness, if that exists) and we relate very well. I don't get to see her a whole lot nowadays (not as much I as would like, but I have truly enjoyed being an older sister to her. She is a senior in college, like me, but she is 21ish. Her birthday is two days after me. We have shared many birthday cakes. She is a good sport, in many avenues.

I am grateful for her and my list of gratitude grows when I think about her.

This is one of my sisters. She is the fourth of the eight of us children. So she has kind of been raised by four different parents. She is the oldest of the kids that were raised by the transitional "this is the way it is" to the "semi chill" Ma and Pa. She defines CHILL, seriously look it up, she will be there, just hanging out, or cleaning. She isn't quite Danny Tanner clean but she can use a vacuum like nobody's business. That is a memory of her engrained in my youthful childhood memories in my mind. We would clear the floor of debri and she would bring it home! She grew a testimony of laughter before anything else. When you see her laugh, you think, "i want that!" Not in a coveting way but admiring feeling. We see each other often in the exchange that when she is off work I am on. :( She likes to shop and when I ask :When did you get that.?"


This little grin cracks her lips and she says "When you were workin for me" I have truly enjoyed being an older sister to her. We play soccer together and she is the only sister I would be alittle nervous to get in a fist fight with, and that is because we kinda have already, back in the day ofcourse when you arent supposed to get along with siblings. Of course kicking was involved which is my strength. But watch out for her upper cut. You think I'm kidding. I ain't.

I am grateful for her and my list of gratitude grows when I think about her.


Yes, her nails are painted pink.
Yes, she is a quarter persian.
Yes, she is single, but not available, she's awaiting a little brother or sister.
Yes, repeatedly falling in love with her is a reality.
Yes, she is the second of two nieces.
Yes, she transcends every color she wears.
Maybe, might, possible, she may type faster than me on a laptop.

Being grateful is capital "E" easy when you are around this lady!