Nay Nay, I miss when you were really little and had curly hair and I called you "Baby Girl." Now you're quickly gaining on me in height and I can't quite call you Baby Girl or you would raise your right eyebrow and say "I'm nine whole years old, Joannie Fannie." haha.
Anyway, I don't think I tell you the following often enough: I love...
*your mix of a sweet and sarcastic personality.
*how your birthmark shows on your forehead when you get mad.
*how you slip drawings for me under the door.
*when I climb up on your bunkbud to give you a hug goodnight, you tell me I'll break the frame with my "200 pounds" (not even sort of close, chica).
*how you want to play games with me.
*your selfless generosity and quickness to serve others.
*your sense of style.
*how you meticulously cut a chocolate bar (even when it's a mini one) into 11 equal pieces so that everyone can have some (hahahah).
*I love watching you be with your friends.
*I love how you snort when you laugh.
*I love being your big sister; you're my favorite nine year old ever. (And I hope I'm your favorite 17 year old ever... Wink! Wink!)
I told you that I was writing this for you and so I'm assuming that it's tomorrow that you're reading this, considering you're going to sleep now. I hope this will make you more aware of how much I appreciate you. I love you so much, Baby Girl!! sorry ... I just couldn't resist! ;) ... I'll probably get the infamous eyebrow from you when I get home from Valencia tomorrow.
Monday, February 8
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Awwww! That was SO sweet! she sounds like a really great girl :)
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