why i love my sister. and why you should too.

sometimes when we're riding in the car my sister will tap me on the shoulder, i will look, and she will show me a crazy face.  and when i am busy driving, she'll take a picture of her face so that i will be safe while driving and still be able to enjoy her silliness at a later, more appropriate, time.  she's thoughtful.

sometimes when she is in charge of waking me up, which i am pretty sure is not as often as it happens, she'll say "paige!  wake up!  it's your birthday!"  probably because she knows that the love of my birthday cancels out the hatred of waking up.  she's a sweetie.

sometimes she gets new cars that are the opposite of mine {slow, boring, lacking power, dirty, white} and lets me drive those new cars for the day.  even though she paid lots of money for it and is well aware of my one and only weakness...which, if you  must know, is easily distractedness.  she's patient.

sometimes she finds out the cool things before everyone else {mustaches, urban outfitters/anthropologie, cupcakes, blogs, ray bans, facebook, indie-ness, red lipstick, pandora radio, toms...not enough room to put it all down} and will clue me in on the coolness even though i usually say "no way am i getting into that...that's lame!" and then be sorely mistaken a year later when the rest of the world catches on.  she's hip.

she's the best, right?
i know.
i love you, sister.