To My Sweet Lindsey Kay,
It’s always fun to explain our relationship when I tell a
story about you, which is quite often…
“Sorry, I can’t. My little sister has cheerleading tryouts
for the next 10 years.” #beerme
“My little sister got into BAYLOR!” #yassssBears
“My little sister is spending a semester in Spain/Spring
Break at Gulf Shores/New Year’s in Chicago/going on another cruise, because
that’s fair.” #ohyouknowtheownermrsinglesias
“My little sister called me last night, informing me she
decided was going to AFRICA.” #smallpotatoes
And the response, “I didn’t know you had a little sister!”
“Well I do! God gave me her to look after.” {He’s a pretty big deal, so I have NEVER taken
this job lightly.}
No, we don’t have the same parents, grandparents, aunts,
uncles or cousins. God knew what he was doing when your family moved in next door 22 years ago. I can’t even name the
number of times we begged Dean to ship Lance off to my house so we could move
into his room and share bunk beds, because, well, we are sisters, and we’ve
known it forever.
The memories we share melt my heart. From our infinite
amount of trips to TC Shaved iced, too many pizza rolls to count and about the whole
Golden Girls thing, yea, I probably shouldn’t have let you watch that so young.
{Along with Austin Powers and Jerry McGuire….and I still pay for those moments!} Hey, you ended up quite a catch with a very colorful
vocabulary. #goals #hashtagsfordayyyysss
I could not survive without you. Who would tell me which
Netflix series to watch next? (I shamefully will NOT admit how many series I
have made it through with your support.) Who would only have conversations with
quotes from Parks and Rec/Friends/Bridesmaids?
(And get it!) Who would I text after happy hour when I need a little dose of
the college life? #shenanigans Nobody gets “us” like we get “us”…it’s our own
secret love language…and after enough wine, it sounds like another language.
The past few months have beyond sucked. #colorfulvocab
I
feel overprotective. I want to shield you from all of the evils of the world. I
want to tell you everything is going to be ok, even though I don’t know it will
be. I want you to move home, climb inside a bubble and live in my pocket.
Forever. {This plan 100% makes sense in
my head.} But, sigh, I know this isn’t a reality. You, my darling, were not
meant to be tamed by any means!
I am so proud of you. Insanely proud of you! From the bottom
of my heart and with every ounce of my soul, so proud. You are the strongest, most ambitious young woman I know. {Along with the most adventurous, which sometimes causes me
to call and yell at you for a few minutes, but I will get over that….someday.} #skydivingseriously
God has big plans for you Little Missy. Huge. Major. I can’t
even wrap my head around it. I pray for you and the family daily. I pray for God to fill your
heart with the love that surrounds you. I pray that he gives you the strength
to get out of bed every day, ready to face the world with no fear. I pray that
you feel your sweet Mama’s presence wherever you go and that you live a life to
honor her. You are making her so proud. She’s here and will be watching over
you all the days of your life. I believe that with all of my heart.
Keep pushing on little sister. He is within you, and you
will not fall.
I love you forever and beyond. Happy 22nd Birthday!
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