Has it really been 18 years since you graced us with your presence?
|Christmas 1995...Sarah was 13 days old, I was 12 years old.|
It doesn't seem that long, but maybe that's because I haven't been around for nearly as much as I would have liked. I guess that's the hazard of having a sister who is 12 years my junior. Being 12 years older has always meant (so far) that we have been nowhere near the same developmental stage.
When I was a teen, you were a toddler.
|Only a few months until you're wearing the white graduation dress!|
When I was in college, you were in elementary school.
|Sarah's 6th grade graduation (I know, she looks older than 6th grade!)|
When you hit your teen years, I was getting married.
|Hiding from the camera at Christmas break 2008|
|Proud aunt Sarah with 15 month old Ruby|
|I can finally steal her clothes! |
Fun fact: later on this night I found out I was pregnant with the baby
that would turn out to be Max.
|Field Hockey Warrior|
18 is--by government standards--the official age of adulthood in our country, but don't let that fool you. You've still got lots of growing up ahead of you and many new, exciting, and challenging experiences lie in store. I can't help but feel a little excited, though, that you are now an "adult" because I'm hoping it will bring us to a new phase in our relationship. And I'm still in a different phase than you, to be sure: you're almost a college girl and I have a little girl and two little boys. But now we are both grown ups, and I hope that we get the chance to grow closer now.