As a child, I always said I wanted a sister. In fact, when my youngest brother was born, I broke a phone because I was so mad it was another brother and not a sister. As I got older and saw my friends with sisters, and saw all the fights they got in ALL the time, I was so thankful I never had a sister.
When I met my now husband, he came with a sister and two brothers. My own brothers do not have serious girlfriends/fiancés/wives yet, but because of my husband, I finally have 2 sisters, and can’t wait for more.
We have had arguments, due to both of our own stubbornness. We’ve had laughing so hard we cry moments. Holding each other in tears because things get hard moments. Stealing hair ties and shoes moments. Car rides and heart to heart moments.
Babies being born, making right of our wrongs, family members passing away, the hard stuff, the easy stuff, and everything in between.
God didn’t give me sisters growing up, because he knew I would be blessed with the best ones as an adult.
To Alex and Abri (I’m already claiming you) and my future sisters that I can’t wait to meet, so glad to have you as family.





















