Today my beautiful sister turns 30 and what better way to honor her than with a montage of family pictures full of nostalgia and with just a dash or two of embarrassment thrown in for good measure. These days are long gone, but they have made us who we are today...
No, that is not my Baby-pees-Alot doll, that is my cherub-like little sister.
I have a bone to pick with you, Mom...how come she got the cute swept over barrette and I got the devil horns version?
If it pleases the court, I'd like to enter the above pictures into evidence...my sister has severe Wedgaphobia (fear of wedgies)...I think I may have found the reason, overalls and suspenders a plenty!
We have weathered many trends together...who remembers these beauties? I know they had a name but can't for the life of me remember!?? (can anyone help me out? or was this just an Alabama thing?)
(alternate caption: "you cant get mad for any of the pictures I posted of you because I posted THIS ONE of myself")
You know the other team was shaking in their cleats when they saw us coming...that's right, cleats not KEDS, geez, who wears keds to play softball? Oh yeah, the same chicks who bobby pin their hats to the back of their heads so as not to squash the bangs....sigh....
Berry picking or Jazzercise?...you decide!
Can't you just smell the beauty?
Now that we are both in the infancy of our third decade, I can safely say that we are as close as two sisters can be, taking every chance to laugh at those adolescent and pre-adolescent days when we thought we were the coolest kids on the block, revelling in the lives that we have created for ourselves and looking forward to watching each others children and grandchildren grow up...hoping against hope that they too will one day feel a love that is a kin to what we have as sisters.
Happy Birthday, Deedee!!!! I love you!