
I have been blurking around for the last few min. (okay I'll admit it for like a half hour,) and I realized that I am just lonely and missing my friends and family. I decided that I would like to take a min and tell the blogging world how much I love and admire my sister Krista. She is my best friend, sans Jeff of course, and a wonderful person. I have always wanted to be like her, do what she was doing, hang out with her. She is the funniest person I know, no one in this world can make me laugh the way that she does, that side aching laugh where the tears come out and I start hyperventilating. Actually this became a problem when she escorted me through the temple, but that's another story. I have always thought she was the most beautiful girl, she has a stunning face and a cheerful smile. She is the most wonderful mother. I loved having her come and stay with me last winter. She was an excellent example of patience and good parenting. I know that after Jeff and I, no one loves Max more then her, she always treats him as one of her own children. I trust her completely with him. I have always been so proud of her for serving a mission, urg in Brazil of all places, and sticking it out through the hard times. Anyone who can spiritually use Homer Simpson in a Sunday School lesson is a spiritual pillar. Most of the best memories of my childhood include her and I want to thank her for letting me play with her. I could go on forever on this topic, but I hear something suspicious from the living room where Max and the dog are, so I leave it to anyone checking this blog who know Krista to add their fond memories (and a note to Lu, if no one adds a comment, it is most likely cause no one reads this blog and not a reflection on other people's low opinion of you.)