My sister Liz is getting married this weekend. I've had a blast going through my little box of old family photos this past week. Lots of matching outfits sewn by Mom, cross-stitched collars, awkward poses, and Liz always being the photogenic one. I wish I had all of the pictures we took posing with our Barbies (we tried so hard to make it into Barbie Magazine).
A few quality memories:
Businesses we tried to open:
- PAG (Gap spelled backwards - we opened a retail store in our bedrooms and tried selling our clothes to imaginary customers.
- OFIS (Oldroyd Fix-It Shop), which entailed "reorganizing" all of Dad's tools in the garage and writing out receipts for clanging screwdrivers on our own bikes.
- Sunflower Cafe - our lemonade stand on the deadest street in Olympus Cove (I think there were days where nobody drove by - we never quite figured out the importance of location).
We reenacted our favorite Disney movies for my Dad, but because there were only two of us, we had to take "two minute breaks" to change costumes and bring on new characters (don't worry, we wrote a song to introduce the two minute break, and choreographed that as well). We were so focused on the quality of our performance, we didn't even notice that Dad had an NBA game muted on the big screen behind us (the best part is that it's all on tape).
This is my favorite picture that we have in our family - the day after Robby was born.
Liz is the perfect sister. In many ways she has been my big sister (and I mean that in the very best way possible). We are very different, but over the years we've met in the middle and become more alike (sometimes to a disturbing point). She makes life so much fun - her energy and spunk is contagious. I can't wait to be with her this weekend and see her become a Mrs.!
Love you, Lizzy!