Letter To...My Little Sister

    Dear baby sister,

    Please stop growing. You're going to be 5 this year which means that you'll be starting school in the summer (Damn year round schools). And I don't think I'm ready for this.

    I remember when I first found out that you would be joining our little family. At first, I was hesitant. I mean, how couldn't I be? With you being real, it ruined any chance of my dad and my mom ever reconciling. And at such a young age, that's all I wanted was my parents to be together again and for me not have to switch houses every week.

    But then you were born and my life, and my heart, changed as soon as I walked into that hospital room and was blown away by the emotions I felt. I can remember crying, like actual tears ran down my face, when I got to see you and hold you for the first time. You were so small compared to me. You still are and I hope you continue to be that way.

    And now you're a walking, talking, sass-giving little girl who has taken after her big sister in the love of soccer, coloring, being a princess, having daddy wrapped around her little finger and having the entire world to explore.
  
    Where has the time gone?

    It disappeared just as quickly as you do when you take something of mine or your aunt's. Can it come back? Just like you eventually do with the item of mentioned. I don't know how much my heart can take of this.

    But my love for you hasn't faltered. In fact, it's grown more and more every day. And it will continue for our entire lifetimes and beyond. Especially every time you see me, even if you just saw me the day before, and you exclaim my name in excitement before running to me and hugging my legs.

    I know there are "fights" and disagreements between us (which is hilarious looking back on them because you're a 4 year old and I am a 19 year old) but there has never been a day that I don't love you more than anything. Even when you're ignoring me or annoying me by trying to mess with my stuff. If anything, all you do is keep me on my toes.

    I am so lucky to have been blessed with such a wonderful little sister. Also, if I might be a little bias, you have a pretty rockin' older sister.

    Just remember that whether it be your first steps, your first words, your first day of school, your last day of school, your first date, dance, boyfriend, or your engagement and marriage (to the one lucky man who passed not only dad's expectations, but mine, Remi's and Eric's. And could handle our craziness). I will be right there, supporting you, holding you up and being your rock, no matter what.
   
    I love you so much my little munchkin. And nothing can or will change that.
                                                                                                                        Your big sister,

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