Proud

My little sister Becca graduated from high school today.

She's a crazy kiddo who always makes me laugh, always has multiple boys chasing her, and always has a story to tell.

I love, love, love to just mess around and be a dork with her, but she's more than frivolous when you need her; she's a classy lady with strength and grace beyond her years, much like this one. [Picture: me calling in tears at 2 a.m. because I am completely broke, have to pay my next month's phone bill, they won't let me cancel my service. She listens and soothes. She says, don't worry. I'll pay it for you.]

And she says it's on her list of life goals to be blogged about. I figured this was one of the best excuses that'd come along for a while, so, my dear sister, I am so proud of you and love you so much. Congratulations on all your hard work and on getting out! You're going to have a stellar time at college.


Brother-in-law and big sister also came up for the big event...



And the first glass of wine that I ordered for myself, whoop whoop, some celebratory sparkly for the occasion. I scratched in the arrow with my butter knife while it was developing because I'd read in a novel that you can do that with instant films. Yay, you can.