Okay, so that subject line has a lie in it. This session did not take place in Northwest Indiana, it took place in Louisville, Kentucky.
Meet: my sister and her family.
My sister and I have been best friends for years and years. And well, we’ve been sisters for even longer. I live this life where I have this person who is MY PERSON. I can call her about gaining weight, grief, money, poop, (ugh. I’m serious.), my children, anything. If I’m in a dressing room, I can text her 17 different outfits to see which one I should by…because we live four hours apart, that’s what we have to do.
So, I have this sister and she’s beautiful and amazing and positive and THE.BEST.LISTENER…but she also has three kids, I have four and we create this beautiful mix of awesome. Every June, the kids and I pack up and we spend several days with them. It’s basically everyone’s dream come true. While we are there, we shop, eat ice cream 34 times, sleep late, stay up late, watch bad TV, swim…
and we also do this: