Proud big sister

It's quite a special joy to witness the transformation from smelly-cast-wearing-dorky-little-brother to kind-gentle-father-with-an-awesome-sense-of-humor. Tonight I watched as the aforementioned little brother was the dad sitting in the front row of his son's basketball practice, an awesome example of just being there. And then later in the evening, he pulled his daughter's tooth with confidence and a smile that were so reassuring she didn't even think to cry -- and well, I almost cried at the sheer beauty of it. I am blessed beyond words to have been born the big sister to two incredibly inspiring siblings. I hope I grow up to be like both of them some day:)