This is for Sars...

• She tells me I'm lame. 
• She says I talk too much.  And that I need to paint my fingernails.  And that I shouldn't eat carbs.
• She tells me she only reads my blog for the pictures.
• She's probably already scrolled through my lame writing to get to the pictures, which is why I can tell you what a truly lucky girl I am to have her for my sister.
• She snuggles with Finn and fights with Abby.
• I'm actually glad about the fighting with Abby part - she's getting a taste of what Emily and I went through with her as a little sister for years!
• When I go on a walk with her I get a major work-out and a cramp in my butt and thighs that last for days.  She barely breaks a sweat.
• She still lives in the basement - in the same room that I lived in after college when I moved home.  Only under her care it is much messier.  Seriously - Finn's not allowed to crawl on the floor because he might get lost in the piles of clothes and we'd never find him.
• I don't think she'll stay as long as me.  But if she's anything like me, she'll secretly wish she can go back to those days...
• She's such a good nurse.  She is so kind and so caring and she knows just what to say to take the edge off of tense situations.
• I think you need to have balls of steel and an iron stomach to work in the ER.  She doesn't have balls of steel - she's a girl, obviously.  What she does have is a wicked sense of humor, steady hands, a sharp eye, and a big heart.
• I want only good things for her.  And to drive her car.  But mostly the first part about the good things.
• She takes a lot of crap being the baby of the family.  I think sometimes she feels like she's trying to catch up to the rest of us.
• Truth is, I think we're usually trying to catch up to her.
• And, in case you actually read all of this, Sars, here are your pictures.  I miss you.