Meet Liz, my littlest sister.
She's 14 years old and basically amazing.
Liz is that girl who is good at everything. She kills at sports, is an awesome artist, a natural-born dancer, and brilliant actress. Liz was the class Valedictorian and spoke at her graduation. She's popular because she's genuinely nice to everyone and probably also because she stole the show as Liesl in the school's musical.
Oh yeah. And I want to steal all her clothes. When she tells me she likes my outfit, I feel like I just found out that the super cool kid at school actually knows my name.
But here's the greatest thing about Liz.
Ten days before she was about to start her last year of 6th grade and rule the elementary school with her friends, her biggest sister decided to get a divorce. My parents felt it would be best for me to have family support in Oregon while I went through the divorce process and started my last year of grad school. That meant Liz would be asked to pack her bags, get in the car with my mom, and move to Oregon. She suddenly found herself the new kid, enrolled in middle school for the first time. She was so brave, so willing to sacrifice everything she knew to be familiar in order to serve her sister.
I will always love Liz in a very special, unique way for what she did for me during that time in my life. I didn't know it at the time, but I needed her there. I needed her love and support. I needed her witty humor. I needed her optimism. I needed her willingness to sing at the top of her lungs with me to the High School Musical soundtrack.
So thanks for being the greatest littlest sistie ever, Liz.
And feel free to return that flower cardi whenever.
(Actually, it's neither of ours. Apparently we both just like shopping in sister Hailey's closet. Ahhh...sisters...)