So really, when I think about Erin,
I think about me.
Because when I think about me, I want to think about Erin.
She is all of the below.
She is love, generosity.
She is heart, laughter, ears.
One time, I was having car trouble in college. Serious trouble, like the power steering stopped, and I could hardly turn the wheel. And I was on the highway. And then I got to a lot, and stopped. And the hood started smoking.
So I called Erin.
My mechanic. My calm.
I call her for happy things, too.
She is however I am feeling. She takes me on as her own. She lets me go on her honeymoon and pinch her baby's cheeks. Her bed is always made for me. And like a true little sister, I love being wherever she is.
Happy Birthday sweet Erin.
i was just thinking about that today...lemonade stands and dress up and making vidoes while mom was at work...you are my bf, i love you...hope the tennis skirt worked and the ball was hit HARD...XOXO
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ReplyDeleteIs that in Boston? Did I take it? Is my computer screen dirty or is Emah's comforter really dirty in that picture?! Can't tell..
Lovey lovely....
And wouldn't she just take the dirty bed? But no, I think it is your computer. Yes to Boston. No to you taking it. Bri was the photog I believe.
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