Happy seventeenth birthday to my beautiful sister, Hope!
When I was a little girl, I always wanted a younger sibling. I had to wait a little longer than planned, but Hopey finally decided to show up when I was four (and a half!) years old. She was the sweetest little girl--until she turned two and the infamous "cookie incident" occured.
|This is hands down the greatest picture ever.|
Hope has all the admirable qualities I lack--she's studious, self-disciplined, an athelete, a hard worker. And she's blossomed into quite the blond-bombshell in the past few years.
Growing up, nobody would believe us when we said we were sisters--we looked so different. Now that we're both a bit more grown up, people see the similarities. If only in our goofy facial expressions.
So Happy Birthday to my-one-and-only-best-any-one-could-ask-for-seester. I love you Hopey-soapy (on-a-ropey).