My Little Sis is a Real Adult Now.

So today, my sister is turning 18. Part of me is in denial. I still think of her as the awkward middle schooler pre-braces who always asked me to straighten her hair. My sister and I didn't become close until I was fifteen. That's when I moved in with my mom, and we finally got to live together. Since then, I've considered my sister my best friend. We don't fight, and we're always just silly together. There's just a part of my heart that loves her more than I could ever put into words.
This summer has already been so huge for her. She graduated high school, got her first job, and she'll be starting college in August. The older she gets, the more in denial I am about how old I am.
Today, we're headed to Houston where we'll start our journey to Europe. Our flight leaves at 3:40 in the afternoon tomorrow, so in the meantime, we'll be celebrating her. 
Happy birthday, little sister. Here's some embarrassing pictures for you.

We sure kept Aeropostale in business. Super cute hoodie with a creepy handprint on the front.

Brace face

Oops. I wasn't cute till college. Just kidding. I'm a dime. But not really. Maybe a nickel?

Thuggin with somebody else's tripod in somebody else's house.

Impatiently waiting on the Mardi Gras parade to start.

Underwater kisses.

Going from a junior to a senior.

My little high school graduate. Quite possibly my favorite picture of us ever. 

Cause we are sistas. We stand togetha. Cheetah girls? Anybody? No? Okay.