Wednesday, March 8, 2017


I was lucky enough to be born into a family of six, with five wonderful older siblings. However, this post is entirely dedicated to just one of them, and her name is Emilee.

Emilee's birthday is 05/10/1996 and mine is 04/30/1999, making her my closest sibling in age, which I think has likewise made our relationship closer.  Something about seeing all of your older siblings leave one by one until it's just the two of you (and then eventually just yourself) brings you together I guess.  And all those times she let me read her old journals.  And all those times when we talked about the hot missionaries that we would have over for dinner every week. And all those adventures we went on when she finally got her license (Namely, we went to Michael's. The craft store. Yes, even then, she was a granny).

These days, most of our interactions have been reduced to texting (and even further reduced to just sending gifs or bitmojis back and forth), since she had to grow up and move to Idaho and get married. Boo. Alas, she remains my sisterfriend forever. <3

I affirm that this is one of the best photos ever taken of Emilee and me.

Not entirely sure what was going on here, truthfully..,.

That time it snowed a pretty good amount in North Carolina and these Utah girls were excited.

I've never been very good at comforting people.

That time our booties were fly up in Gettysburg.

When I came home from being away all summer and our hearts were whole again.

Twas the summer, and we were derp.

The most recent photo I have of the two of us.

Still true.