Gracie, my blessing

I find one thing on heart this Thanksgiving more than anything else. I’m thankful for my sister, Gracie.

_MG_1051 (copy)  Finding my baby sister standing before a sink with her mouth and hands full of blood was jolting. Even though she probably damaged nerves and she wasn’t in much pain, it looked awful. I just hate the sight of blood on someone I love, and the gaping flesh and broken tooth made it much worse. I knew it would be fine. I knew recovery was only a matter of time and money. I knew that all of her fears about having “something wrong” would soon be over, but my stomach still turned and after she had gone, while I was wiping blood off of the wall with a disinfectant wipe, I cried for no real reason. Gracie didn’t even cry through everything, just me.

We waited up late that night for my baby sister to come home, but she never did. Instead, my big girl walked in the door. Today we baby-talked while having leg wars and discussions about hamster wheels, but she isn’t a baby sister anymore, she’s my best friend.

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I don’t know what our family would do without you, Gracie. Thank you God for my sister.

With all my love,

Electric Bubbles





My baby sister turned 10 Saturday. See the beautiful chick with long, golden hair? That’s her.

She’s incredible. She is always first to serve, last to grow angry. First to listen and last to speak. She seems to have taught me much more than I have taught her, because reading was never as important as character. I wish I could put in a blog post what she means to me, but I can’t. I can only say that without her life would mean much much less. She’s my sunshine.


I love you Gracie!


Yours Truly

Electric Bubbles