One of our most famous family stories is the day Taylor was born and I went screaming up and down the street that I had a sister, even going so far as knocking on strangers doors just to say, "I have a sister!" True story. But it's no wonder, because at eight years old I was amongst too many boys in my family! Because of our age gap, Taylor was often more like my little baby than a sister that I fought with over boys and clothes (not to say that never happened....).
|Taylor is going to kill me for posting this picture....|
I'm so happy to have my little sister stand by me on my wedding day AND probably take pictures of the day, too! Double the fun!