
Anyway - the point is, I miss the snow sometimes. The soft puffiness. The going-too-fast-on-an-unsafe-object-down-a-steep-hill. The quilt next to the fireplace, with hot chocolate. Okay yes, I miss hot chocolate too. :)
This is my baby sister Jacquie. She's ....*doing math*....11. She was 2 when I got married and 4 when her first nephew was born. She cannot remember me living at home (sob!) and she cannot remember life without my husband in it. (well, who would want to, really?) :)
It's wierd that my sisters are growing up without me around to watch. The past 8 years we have lived in Provo or Los Angeles, each a 12-hour drive from Home. Sharon and Nancy are practically adults (18, 16 respectively). sigh. I miss you guys.
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