I was home for about twelve hours to see my sisters. You know sometimes when you just need your sister?
I’ll hop on any flight, any day, if these gals call.
It felt like I landed, touched base, and then got right back on a plane. Well, that’s because that is exactly what happened.
Somewhere in between trips to Miami International Airport, I threw those girls into bathing suits, got em in the water, and then things were better. Something about taking Miami girls off the couch and into the sunshine.
I think I’m a pretty OK fiance, friend, and daughter…but I think I’m the best at being a sister.
If I do say so myself, I can turn that frown upside down REAL quick.
It’s mostly bribery and promises of expensive presents. But, hey. Whatever works.