Here is Whitney............
We have had birthday parties for her while we were in Nags Head. Every year she makes sure she can sleep in the room with me. I have so many memories at the beach with this cutie pie...
~teaching her Miss Mary Mack (she was so young all she could say was mack mack and put her hands up)
~she tried to chase birds on the beach
~eating pringles and realizing the container was full of sand
~her sitting on the cooler on the beach between Sharon and I because she wanted to sit by both of us
~singing all the songs from Grease
~my karaoke machine
~she has become my shadow
~sitting in the hot tub while she thinks its a swimming pool and is trying to go under water
~eating eggs with bacon grease
~frantically calling my name because she couldn't find me and was worried something had happened to me
~she loves my sugar cookies
~she saves a place for me at the dinner table
~her asking me every 5 minutes where I'm going
~taking a nap and her kissing me on my forehead
~walking across the street to Wings and buying her hermit crabs-who she named Lola and Zoe
~falling asleep and waking up with the tv blarring and she hanging off the bed watching cartoons
~her waking me up and telling me I was snoring
~her having a fit the first time a hermit crab crawled up her arm
~being up all night because we didn't realize hermit crabs are nocturnal
~laying in the dark with a flashlight making sure Lola and Zoe were ok
~showing her how to take care of those ugly creatures
~having posters of Bratz Dolls and animals or our wall
~watching her trying to brush and style her curly hair
~and many many more
Here is a pic she took of us this past Christmas. She loves me so much and says I'm her sister so she calls me sissy:) I love this little munchkin so much that I can't put into words how much she means to me.
I'm leaving you with a pic of me and Uncle Doyle. We had just come in from the beach and were playing around. I have on his camo hat. He is going to beat me but when he realizes I have a pic of him on here:)haha
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