Tomorrow is the day.
Tomorrow is the day that my baby sister gets home. Home from eighteen months away--far away. It seems like years ago I wrote the post when she left, but, it also seems like it was yesterday.
A lot has changed, and, I've a lot to tell her (I can't wait to gush about Hugh Jackman and Bones with her), but, mostly I just want to see her. Hear her. Laugh with her. Hear her testimony. Eat pancakes with her. And y'all know I don't even like pancakes.
She's always been an amazing girl. I know I chose my mom and my crazy dad to be my parents, and I also know I ended up with Rachie and Rebecce in my life for a reason. I mean, if I'd actually married Hugh Jackman, I wouldn't have my baby sister, and honestly, I can't imagine my life without her (or Becca, duhhh).
I'm so excited to take her to Spain in a few weeks and explore my London with her. I can't wait to hear her sweet voice-- and it can't hurt to have a Canuck with me in England, right?
We are going to have a great time, and after a year and a half of living in small quarters and no luxury, I'm looking forward to spoiling her with first class train tickets, premier theater seats and a fancy suite in the heart of Piccadilly.
Silly thing told me that we can stay wherever is cheapest. Oh honey. If I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it 185%. If I say we're going to see Hugh Jackman, I'll find a way to kiss him--twice--if i take you out for a night on the town, I'll swindle VIP passes. I'm not taking my sister all the way to Europe and not going all out. Whatever she wants to do, we'll do-- as long as I get a trip to the tower bridge and an afternoon in Green Park, that's all I need.
It's a little unorthodox for a return missionary who's trying to ya know, reintegrate, but, I'm looking forward to two weeks of sister time, two weeks of our British accents, two weeks of theater, of sun and togetherness.
So, even though I'm taking her to Europe, I'm the lucky one. Me.

