Hoorah!

ps. The "h" is silent. 

My sweet baby sister has officially embarked on her new journey.  She departed Houston, today, at 2pm sharp, and is making her way to Parris Island, South Carolina.  I'm not sure what's more frightening... arriving or arriving in the dark.  I've been there and have made my way inside, around, and about, and it is literally an island.  Wait for it... surrounded by swamp.  Yes. 

I think the most upsetting thing for me personally, is that need to protect my younger sisters.  My parents worked a lot while growing up, and I began baby sitting at a very young age, and even until they got older I was large and in charge.  I was like a second mother to them... driving them here and there, making mums for homecoming, passing down my own senior prom dress and homecoming dress, cheering at swim meets, being a listening ear, and a shoulder to cry on. I've threatened to beat up their boyfriends, and those who thought they could mess with my sisters. I've fed them, changed their diapers, and read their diaries. And so so much more.  And I guess to know someone is going to be yelling at her... my sister, well, I'd rather them yell at me.  I know I can take it.  And not that she can't, but I'm the big sister.  

Its what I do. 

A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.  

~Marion C. Garretty

Love ya, Chels!



Faith, Love, and a Big 'ol HOORAH!!
-Casey