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Wednesday, January 28, 2009


My parents adopted my sister in 1982, (while mom was 7 months preggers with yours truly); they had no idea what they were getting themselves into. At 11 months old, she came to my parents, the only baby crying de-boarding the plane at Sea Tac. After a few weeks here, she would violently bang her head against a wall if she were ever left alone. I argue that this really explains so much about her. She stands an imposing 5’ tall with more speed and energy than most 6 years olds.

Mine and Sara’s relationship hasn’t always been an easy one. For a while we tended to get along better when we are not in the same time zone. We could not be more categorically different. But to that token, I cannot imagine my childhood without her. I would not be who I am today without my sister. I am so very grateful for who she is and how she sees the world.

I will spend more time detailing many antics and adventure of my sister and I that make our relationship so very…ummm...special. But in the mean time, I want to post some picture I recently found that very much sums up our lives and relationship as sisters.

Promise, I love my sister. I really do.


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