Michaela went
everywhere with me. I was 12 and Michaela was a year old when we flew to El
Paso, TX to spend the summer with our grandparents. I can still remember changing
planes in Dallas. I had a bright pink leash attached to her wrist and a diaper
bag hanging from my shoulder as we trotted through the airport trying to find
our plane. Of course, people assumed she was my daughter.
By the way, can you believe
my parents let me, a 12-year old, fly across the country from Tennessee to Texas with a one-year old baby? They are
daring. More on them later.
Michaela is a
Freshman in college, her major is Civil Engineering,
she runs the IT Department for my parents non-profit (which really means she
shows my parents how to attach files and manages the website), she works at
Aeropostale clothing, she is an aspiring fashion designer and built her first
robot last semester.
She is also a tough
task master. I received this e-mail from her last month: It
would be so ever kind of you if you could write another entry for your blog or
I am not going to follow you. Final. Love the best sister ever created by the
hands of GOD, Michaela.
I rolled in the floor
laughing.
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