Dear Little Princess,

Dear Candis,

I don't even know how long it's been since I've "written" to you on here.  I don't want to get my hopes up because nothing is set in stone yet, but I might get to see you again some time this summer!  I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but I can't help it.  It's been two and a half years since you and your mommy moved away. It's been two and a half years since the last time I saw you.  And a lot has happened in those two years -- mostly the fact that you've grown up!  Mommy uploads pictures of you on her facebook page, and I see how grown up you've gotten, but I still think of you as the tiny almost-two-year-old you were the last time I saw you.  I guess I've grown up a bit since then too - I'll be 22 in October - but growing up from 19 to 21 isn't as big a difference as growing up from 2 to 4 is.

I really hope things work out, and that you guys do get to come up for a few days.  I'm so excited to see you and your mommy again - and of course, I can't wait to meet your baby sister!  I'll bet you're the best big sister ever to her, huh?  Can you believe you've had a sister for a whole year already?  I remember talking to you on the phone when she was only a few months old; you were so happy to be an older sister.  Your description of her at the time was that she "cries and makes dirty diapers."  She's a lot more fun now that she's getting older though, isn't she?

You and your sister are the same number of years apart that my sister and I are, so listen to me on this one.  Once she gets older, the two of you will fight and argue and I know you love her, but there will be times where you feel like you hate her.  It's part of being sisters.  But here's the thing, little princess, the two of you will always always always love each other.  She's always going to be there for you, the same way I know you'll always be there for her.  She'll be your number one support.  If you play a sport or anything like that, she'll be your number one fan.  You might introduce her to your friends as your "annoying" little sister, but you won't really mean it.  She's going to be the person you trust most, and the person you can tell anything to.  She's going to be your best friend one day.

I don't know how this letter ended up being about being an older sister.  That's not what I was going to write, but I guess it's what I ended writing.  Haha.

Anyway.  I love you lots and miss you lots and hopefully I'll see you soon.

Love,
Kimberly

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