You can't leave her alone for a second

Emily. There are many ways to describe this little lady. Caring, nuts, terrified of squirrels and being held down, funny, entertaining, smart, my essay editor, friend, and platonic life partner to Judd. That last one is a recent development.
Sometimes, Lil Em gets into crazy moods. Do you remember when you were little and went trick-or-treating for Halloween? You ended up with more candy that any one person could eat by themselves, but you tried to take care of it all by yourself anyways? Then there was that sugar high. Do you remember that feeling?
Emily likes to re-enact this state of being, minus consuming the multiple pounds of candy in one evening.
This is Emily on a "sugar-high"

 She jumped off the chair or couch more than a handful of times. to be honest, I think this lasted for more than an hour. It. Was. Terrifying.
Thanks to me and my little expensive camera, this joy/craziness was captured.  She kept yelling "take my picture!" then jumping off the couch and asking if it turned out.

She's a special little girl. I'm terrified to see what will happen when she moves out on here own.

Mom taught us to share.

Emily and Steven have developed a very unique relationship. Its turned from "You're my sisters boyfriend" to "You're my brother/friend/stand-in-boyfriend when the time calls for it." I don't think I would personally have it any other way.  Its terrifying at times how well they get along.

Steven look scared in all of these pictures, but I promise, he really does like her. She is just a little intense at times.

As for more sharing, Em and I live together. It makes it convenient/inconvenient. We borrow clothes and shoes from one another, but sometimes I don't get them back or can't find them. I know where to look if something is not in my room...
Its more challenging for Katie to borrow/steal things from us.

Oh the joys of sisterhood. I almost made a terrible joke consisting of sharing and traveling pants, but I will resist.

The Think Tank Trio

Over the course of the past 25 years, our parents have raised some pretty awesome kids. You might say that’s being conceded. I think it’s just a fact.

Now I’m not saying I’m particularly spectacular. I’m not really outstanding at anything… just sort of average across the board. And that’s pretty okay with me. Sure, sometimes I’d like to be the best writer to ever dominate Planet Earth with my crazy mad skills or have a doctorate in the multiple areas that interest me (things such as agriculture and interpretive dance/baton twirling)… heck, I’d just like to be able to concentrate on studying for 10 minutes… but honestly – being average at things isn’t really a bad rap to have.

Now, just because I’m admitting I’m average at doing things doesn’t mean I think living an average life is cool. In fact lately, that’s the exact point I’m trying to stray away from. Being in college is a huge time of transition and making decisions and being independent and blah blah blah. People get caught up in it. It consumes us as students. And you know what? That’s crap. All I want in life is to see the beauty in the world around me and be joyful that God has graced me with the ability to recognize it. Granted, I’m still working on it… but it’s a start of a journey that I’m a whole lot happier traversing than the alternative and - I’m gonna say it - LAMER version.

Going back to my parents raising awesome kids. They did. Have you met my sisters? Case in point.

Speaking for the three of us, we hope this is the start of a beautiful blog relationship. The Good Lord knows we’re gonna need more things to communicate with other than the droves of cats slinking around the ol' park.

More on that later…