10 May 2013

5.10.2013

Dear Julia,

I remember when you were born. I was about to turn eight and I was so excited for another baby sister. I was hoping you would look like me—so that I could have a twin, too—and you did. (Except now, you're much more adorable than I am, and you're on your way to being taller.) I remember I listened to the White Album over and over again in my bedroom so that I could sing "Julia" to you as a lullaby without having to read the lyrics. 


Happy birthday, Julia Jo. You're my favorite thirteen-year-old in the world.

1 comment:

  1. Love you girls! Emily you've always been an amazing big sister and example!

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