birthday girl

I do have more recent pictures of my sweet youngest sister. But I love this picture. Mostly, because of this:

The teeth. (And that hair, your chubby legs, and the way you always stood on your toes like that). See, it's hard for me to look at my little sis without forever seeing this. I can hear her singing her Barney songs, her little teeth gritting as she played with our cat, and her sweet little voice asking to watch "Seventh Broddddder" for the millionth time. Man, you were persistent.

Lately though, I've had reminders of that sweet little girl.

The gritted teeth. The drive. The sweet singing voice. Oh the persistence.

While I may call my daughter "Jenna" sometimes, I have come to realize that you're much more grown up nowadays. I'm so proud of the woman that you are sis. You're a beautiful, strong, independent, and yes, still persistent and driven lady. (You've far outgrown the teeth and the trouble with your r's). I'm so thankful you're my sister. Happy happy birthday to you my dear.