About two weeks ago, my sister Sarah did the same thing.
Except Sarah flew in from Billings, Montana.
Katy will be coming in from Mexico.
It will be the first time our family has been together in over a year-and-a-half.
To say I'm excited to have us all together again is an understatement.
I am thrilled.
In case you didn't know, I actually have the best sisters in the world. (Don't argue with me. I will win.)
I mean, just look at us:
I mean, we're pretty much the cutest.
All four of us darling girls.
All four of us again. No one actually knows what we're doing with the apples. Obviously they're for juggling, not eating. And this picture is also proof that nothing really changes, even after 15 years.
But besides taking awesome apple-picking pictures, we all rocked the 90s.
I mean, look. Just look. Rocking that 90s look. Aka, I don't really know what we're wearing. All I know is that I loved that shirt and wore it with pride. Confidence. That's what matters, right?
All of this. Just. All of this.
I call this piece "Vegas girls find patch of snow in Provo."
Also typical (and yes, I still do that when I draw/write).
And a typical Saturday afternoon. Playing pretend (complete with political intrigue and entire histories of the characters and the made-up lands). My sisters were kind enough to let me direct the stories we acted out (aka be the boss). And then I became the boring, older sister. Sorry, guys.
Anyway, if it's not obvious already, I really, really, really love my sisters. They've been some of my biggest supporters and dearest friends. And I'm so glad that Katy gets back today and that we can add to these collections of pictures and memories.
Welcome home, Sarah and Katy. I'm glad you are mine.