Hey little one,
I’ll start with some facts:
1) You’re not that little anymore.
2) I miss you like crazy.
3) You have a heart of gold.
4) I see God’s love in your actions and your words.
5) You’re a beautiful example to me.
When I was your age, I was nothing like you. I can’t tell you how proud I am to share with my team what a spiritually led, woman of God you are. (And boy, I really do brag a lot cause I’m pretty sure I’ve told them like six times).
I’m thankful for the lessons God has taught me and the path that I walked to get where I am, but I am more proud that you didn’t have to walk down the same path to get where you are. I know that Haiti changed your heart, however, it wasn’t just Haiti. Despite my “preaching” and “advise”, you’ve managed to grow immensely in the past year on your own, and I can tell that it was God working in your life. I often forget to stop and realize all the things that have changed me, even in a week, but there are little things every day that shape the way I think, react, speak and everything else. I guess what I’m really trying to say is that hearing about your life a few thousand miles away from you makes all those things more obvious to me. Maybe it’s because I just get the main things instead of all the little ones, but I think it’s because when I get to hear about you, it’s all I want to focus on. Not having you in my life every day made every day a little bit more sad, but it also made my desire to see your “little things” go up.
I can’t hear certain songs without thinking of you singing like a weirdo (although still better than me), I can’t see a girl with ombre hair and not think about how much better you pull it off (sorry that’s rude), and I definitely can’t take a playful insult without thinking of our stupid little fights. Even sitting in church is weird because I don’t get to fight you for the end of the pew, and I don’t get to whisper things to you. You’re a crazy kid, but your joy brings me joy…even from a couple thousand miles away.
You’re my squish, my littlest, my baby bug, my beetle juice, and a million more names that no one will ever understand. You’re one of two of the very best sissies (yes, I mean Kaity bug), and I can’t tell you how proud I am to be able to tell people that my crazy little sister has changed me in more ways than one. You’re going to do awesome things for God, yourself, and others. Proud of you, dingbat.
