"When in doubt, choose the kids…"

Anxious. Excited. Proud. Nervous. Aprehensive. PROUD. Old. Emotional.

Today, at 2:30pmCDT my baby sister will be boarding a flight from Austin, TX en route to Europe. As Hunter embarks on what is sure to be one of the most fascinatingly memorable times of her life, I can’t help but feel a tad sentimental. Who am I kidding…I am one baby picture away from loosing it.
Our ten and twelve year age difference has created a very unique bond between my sisters and I. I can vividly remember the day that Hunter was born. I have changed their diapers, wiped their tears, and yes, I have spanked their bottoms. But, now…now that they have grown into these wonderfully beautiful women, they are my best friends. As hard as I try, I cannot wrap by brain around the fact that they are old enough for college, and boyfriends, and trips to Europe.
My mom has always told me that no matter how old I get, I will always be her baby. While my daughter is still a baby, my sisters are obviously not. Yet, as the youngest of the two gets ready to board that plane, I have a complete understanding of what my mom has meant all those years.
Today I am overflowing with pride. I am also reminded of how much I have missed out on. Hunter and Devon were six and eight when I moved off to college. I missed out on the daily happenings of most of their childhoods. And in what seems like the blink of an eye, they have grown into the strongest, most vivacious, and charismatic young ladies. I am so proud that I get to be their sister.
When in doubt, choose the kids. There will be plenty of time later to choose the work.” Anna Quindlen
Life is flying by at an ever increasing rate. Am I going to wake up tomorrow to Harper graduating high school? Please, please, please say NO! I cherish these moments something awful. She still needs me. And I still need her to need me. I know that the day is coming-and sooner than I would ever hope. The day that she walks out of the home that her Daddy and I worked so hard to provide for her and makes a home of her own, or boards that plane to spend nineteen days in Europe. Until then, I pray that like her aunts, she is brave, and fearless, and intellegent, and eager to make a difference.

Bunny (Hunter),
You make me so proud (yes, there’s that word again. Because of all of the emotions I feel today, that one trumps them all). You are in the prayers of many. You are a wonerful example to your niece, and for that I thank you. Soak up every bit of Eupopean air that you can. Not many people are blessed with such an opportunity, make the most of it. As Aaron said last night while we were discussing your trip, “Carpe Diem.” We love you and will be anxiously awaiting your return.
                                                                       Love you up and down to a million,

                                                                              Aren’t they beauties???

2 Responses to “"When in doubt, choose the kids…"”
  1. Amanda says:

    Its so hard to believe! I still remember them as adorable little kids, and its so hard to believe they are already gorgeous young WOMEN! But of course, you get to ALWAYS be their wonderful big sister! XOXO

  2. terrinoack says:

    Wow! It is all I can say when I read this beautiful soulful letter from my daughter to my daughters! I printed it out and snuck it in Hunter's backpack along with a couple of others. She read them on the 13 hour flight to London. She fb when she arrived at the London hotel and was so thankful and touched by the letters. Devon and Hunter are just as lucky to have you as you are to have them. Ya'll are the perfect complimentary family. I love you , Aaron and Harper so much. Naunie XOXOXO

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