my sister wightman.

word on the street is missions change people.  obviously they are more spiritual and educated post mish, but i mean they change...socially.  i have a little thought in the back of my head that my soul's identical twin (sister courtney wightman, of washington dc north) will change.  i worry that when she is home that she won't:

laugh at my silliness anymore

or shop at anthro

or wear paper mustaches for fun

or dye her hair purple like she did that one time

or still want to be "immature forever"

or write her blog

or make cookies all of the time

or still want to play testimony bingo on fast sunday

basically i want her to stay the same

forever.

and by judging by this picture...

my wish

is granted.

phewf.