TX- Big Party

My sister.
My sister graduated from college. Woo hoo!
Now the thing about my sister is, she is not me. She is not your sister. She is not who you think she is, who you want her to be, or some mish-mash of other people and confusion, which many new college graduates are. She is not anyone other than her self, and there are few people in the world that can really be their own selves as well as my sister can. My sister, she doesn't care what you think. Or if you like her Self. Because she knows that she rocks and she does it her own way.
That's what is one of the best things about Little One's Tia E. She makes her own way, and does things the way she does them, and to me she has always seemed like a person who is less about playing along and fitting into the world, than a person who creates life as she goes. Like a painter.
My sister took a rather circuitous route to get to the graduation woo hoo, because that's just how her path goes. It sort of meanders, and sometimes its not a path at all, just wilderness. Only my sister can go through wilderness and come out of it smiling, with a college degree.
Which my family decided was a pretty good reason for a party.
So we all took over a lovely little place on the river, and drove the staff crazy by getting in the way, laughing really loud, and staying way too late. So late that I had to get Little One into bed and missed the after party. (I am taking a rain check on that, by the way, sister.) Woo hoo!












Little sister E, I wish your path would lead your self a little closer to me sometimes. But I am lucky that you do, in fact, rock, and that I get to see you do it and hear wild stories about it and admire you for being you, and for accomplishing things, and for making up your own rules. Decades of trying to boss you around, and I still have to watch you ignore my advice and do what you want. Good thing you do such great things. I'm proud of you. Texas sized proud, in fact.