I wish I wrote this.

posted in: Arbitrary Thoughts, the Dahls | 2

I used to think I was a writer until I met my little sister.

And by met, of course, I mean the point where we crossed from big sister/little sister into friends.  Not sure when it happened, but I loved it.

She writes beautiful things every day.  Not just random rantings about life, but real raw intimate, heartfelt emotion that forces you to feel – to think – to step outside of yourself.

This one was one of my favorites.

I love my family.  I love that we all get to be different, yet in so many ways, we’re all the same.  I love that we lead, dream, fight, speak our minds, ask questions, laugh, love – we live.  I love that I got to grow up with these wonderful people, who taught me so much about myself and about the world.

I love that my parents taught us how to be these people in the way that they love each other and the way that they live their lives and pursue their dreams.

And I love that my daughter gets these people in her life.

2 Responses

  1. Well now I’m crying way over here.
    I love you too.

  2. Alisa Wobbema

    I’m so jealous of this inner circle of writers you two have going on…at least I get to read it=)

    One day I will write something of my own. I am sure it will be about something incredibly complex like the metabolism of a new drug I’ve created. But you will read it and I will get to join the inner circle of Wobbema writers=)