sissy wightman.

{sister wightman and mary poppins luggage.}

6 months ago:

all i thought about was 18 months.

my big sister walking away with two elders into the mtc

was branded on my brain.

every day felt like a month.

things that wouldn't normally bother me

made me cry like a child.

"i miss her"

was seriously the only thing that came out of my mouth.

every single thing

reminded me of the girl that i wouldn't be seeing for a year and a half.

i was sad

depressed

worried for my missionary

jealous of dc

and probably being a bit of a drama queen.

now

with one year left.

i think about...

what movies we'll watch the night she's home.

what my "welcome home" sign will look like.

what outfit i'll wear to her homecoming.

what radio station we'll listen to on the way home.

what stories i'll tell her first.

what i'll do when i see her, all grown up and missionary-y, 

riding down the escalator.

will i cry?  probably.

will i run and hug her before anyone else can?  most definitely.

what will i miss in school that week? {because no way i'm leaving her again.}

what will she be like?

what will i be like?

a year from now

i'll answer that.

and it will be the happiest post EVER!

oh and i love that from now on i can say

"this is the last ___________

{easter, st. patrick's day, may 24th...}

we'll spend without courtney."

those words feel good coming out of my mouth.

{we love wicked.}

{i used to hate all the hugs she gave me.  stupid.  

she's going to hate how many hugs i'm going to give her.  

in one year.}

{6 months down.  12 to go!}