Oh, snap! I just learned that today is Siblings Day in the U.S.A.! More excuses to send goodies to the two ladies largely responsible for my enchanting childhood, incomparable adolescence, and atypical adulthood.
Here's to Springer's, suspiciously shrinking jaw breakers, stolen cut-off jean shorts, ice cream soup, wet french braids, human clay balls, the pink brush, 100,000,000 piece puzzels, Clearly Canadian, sherbert, Hold On, green light bulbs, dance parties, Seattle, the Crissmas Cup, and spending all of our money on international flights so that we can be together as much as financially possible.
You complete me.
By the way, I just watched all of our music videos from Kiawah 2008. Can't. Stop. Laughing. I'm tempted to put our dance to Ice Ice Baby on here. You know, the one where Timmy dances with a body pillow, Lyd cools off by rubbing ice packs all over herself, and I bring back the Butterfly dance. It's just so good. Either that, or Baby Got Back.