I'm sitting in the living room reading an article in the New Era when music starts playing and I hear the sink start to run. My sister is jamming out to her i pad song list while doing the dishes. I used to do that and I smile as I think that I may have been a good sister and example to her after all. But really she is the great example to me. She has her classic volleyball hair (a bun set high on the back of her head and her hair pulled out of her face by a head band). She knows the words to all five or six songs that she has and listens to them pretty frequently. She already listened and sang to them with me in the truck on the way home, where she was a sweetheart and held her i pad to my ear while I was driving because the truck is extremely loud when the windows are rolled down and we are driving 55 miles an hour. She keeps switching octaves cause most of the songs she has are sang by guys and have some pretty low notes she can't hit. She is my sister, my sweetheart, and she makes me smile. I love you, Sweetheart! :)
P.S. "You make me smile" by Uncle Kracker is one of our favorite songs to sing.
