When you are older I'll tell you about the day I realized you two were not only sisters, but also friends. Libbey, when I picked you up from school yesterday afternoon, Caroline inquired, "Sissy, how was your day?" You replied, "It was good! What did you do today?" What followed next was a conversation between two buddies who had clearly missed each other during the day, happy to be reunited once again. Yes, your sappy mother cried just a little.
I pray you girls are always the best of friends. Even when inevitable disagreements or knock-down, drag-out fights occur, I hope your hearts will remember the immeasurable love you share.
More than anything, though, I pray you girls will maintain your dignity and decorum, both now and as you grow into young ladies. Because if either of you behave in a manner similar to these famous sisters, your father and I will write you out of our wills. Yeah. Seriously.
Oh, Lindsey and Ali.
Oh, Paris and Nikki.
I'm so over celebrity sister shenanigans. The tackiness needs to stop. It makes me tired.
Sweet, precious, beautiful, modest, and well-brought up daughters of mine...you have been warned. And I warn y'all in love, of course.
I love you both...forever...