I hadn’t intended to write a blog entry this afternoon.  In fact, I just went into the craft room to try and make a swanky slipcover for my camera strap.  But as I sat down at the sewing machine, I was suddenly overcome with a sense of gratitude and love for my sister, Lisa.  I’m the engine, she’s the caboose, as far as siblings go.  But even though there are eight years between us, we have so much in common.

(Lisa, Mom, Lori, Heidi–day of my wedding)

I am incredibly grateful that Lisa chose to relocate from UT to TX, and even though life hasn’t been smooth sailing since her arrival, she’s a survivor. Some of the happiest times in our family are when Aunt Lisa comes to visit. She is so good to take the girls outside and blow bubbles, kick the soccer ball, or play catch. The last time she was here, she and Ariana sat at the piano for a good long time and sang songs from Wicked at the top of their lungs. In addition to her kind heart, Lisa has been blessed with uncanny musical abilities. She can pretty much sit down and sight-read any piece of music.  AMAZING!

We all love you so much, Lisa, and can’t wait to see you again.