Hello, Darlings! I'm Nicole and I blog over at The Tape Diaries.
I'm so excited to be here on Breanna's blog - she totally rocks!
I've thought about so many things I could share with you all today: my love of books, my passion for photography, my faith, my obsession with Instagram or possibly just a simple "about me" post.
I decided I would share a bit about my baby sister.
I was almost six when she was born, so I remember the day pretty well. In fact [somewhere] I still have my red Certified Big Sister pin. I was pretty stylin' back in the day.
She was pretty adorbs when she was little.
We've always gotten along pretty amazingly, actually.
Except for the time I made her eat caterpillars.
...or when I tied her to a bunk bed for a couple of hours while "babysitting."
...or when I used to hide under her bed until she was almost asleep then pop out and scare her.
...or that time I accidentally on purpose hosed her down in her Easter dress right before church.
But seriously. We get along.
We tend to balance each other out very well and get along better than peanut butter and jelly.
Oh, sure, there are times when I pick a little bit and she gets annoyed.
But her annoyance never lasts long.
All of a sudden we grew up and no longer abide by the Sister Rules. There isn't an older/younger role anymore. No, instead we're best friends and always there for each other.
For a laugh.
For a cry.
For a hug.
For a pint of ice cream.
She laughs at my jokes when nobody else does.
We have [almost] telepathic conversations.
I don't have nearly as much fun with anyone else.
In the cookies of life, sisters are the chocolate chips.