I've been teased to tears, tickled until I nearly peed, and heaven help anyone who took me on a date in high school if the boys knew about it. Which they usually did.
I spend a good chunk of time wondering what it would be like to have sisters instead of brothers.
The teasing hasn't stopped but I wouldn't trade the boys for the best sisters in the world. No matter how alone I feel as I stand to fight {well, pretty much anything} I know that they are right behind me ready to do whatever needs to be done from late night conversations while working graveyard shift to making it so I always feel welcome including everything in between and beyond.
I love my boys. {not the best picture of any of us but I don't care}
Oh, and Happy Birthday Mom!
