Absie-pants turns 19.

So... three days ago, my little Abbee turned 19. "Little" may not be the exact right word then I suppose. How can my youngest sister be THAT old? Shouldn't she be the brace-faced adolescent still?

On the anniversary of her birth, aka her birthday, I wrote in my journal a list of why I love her so much. I wanted to share it with her in a special way, so I thought, why not make it a little public? Below are 19 reasons I love my sistah, Abbee Nelle Lloyd.

1. She is funny. Maybe funny doesn't do it justice. Hilarious!
2. She is loyal to those she loves... just don't get on her bad side! Eeeks. (Jk)
3. Her heart is true - corny, but I mean it.
4. She is an honest person - you know when she's upset!
5. She is a seeker of truth.
6. She works very hard at the things that matter most to her.
7. She looks for those less fortunate and seeks to lift their burdens.
8. She is smart and capable.
9. She uses the funniest words.
10. She is determined (think first kiss...)
11. She is non-judgemental. She didn't even judge her fiance when he finally told her that he was made of plastic.
12. Her eyes are GORGEOUS. I swear they're fake.
13. Looks great with any hair color.
14. She is little Adrian's hope and blessing.
15. Her singing voice is all sultry and stuff. Look out, Ingrid.
16. She is good with money. Ask Mollie. I swear Abbee is always having to loan it to her.
17. She let me choose the spelling of her name... oh, wait, she wasn't born yet. It was mom and dad that let me suggest spelling her name A-b-b-e-e. Yeah, go me.
18. Super sharp dresser. I go to her and Mollie when I need ideas and advice.
19. Finally, she is my sister. I know that sisters are supposed to love each other by default, but it's more than that. She is my example and lifelong friend... and the best part is that it's not just for now. It's forever. (I think I should cross stitch that in a pillow for sure. Single glistening tear of joy... :')

I kid, but I hope in all of this, Abs, that you know how much you mean to me. Thanks for being my sister (no choice there), friend, conspirator and more. Love you like da fat kid love da cake.

Ow, ow!