Dear Bethany Grace

Eleven year old me would like to tell you that you have become the prettiest most amazing lady in the world- and she wouldn’t be wrong.  I think of the dreams that we had, a million years ago, and I think of the life you live, and they couldn’t be more different, and reality couldn’t be more fabulous.  You’re not a prima ballerina, or a lawyer, or a bazillionaire, but you haven’t done too bad for yourself, kid.

Remember back when we first met, how we hated each other?  Its amazing what nearly twenty years will do to you.  Twenty years, two and a half advanced degrees, the loss of many incredible people in our lives.  You sacrificed to stand with Arizona Mom, while I couldn’t.  Sure, if you hadn’t been there one of us would have stepped up- but you were there, brilliant, and we loved you for it.  You took our other sisters voluntary exit from the family with class and poise while I threw things at a wake, screaming at the walls.

You have become the woman I want to be, one day- even if you are my little sister.  You are my therapist, beauty guru, personal shopper, Arizona airport shuttle, love-line, trivia life line, I love you more than words, books, salt water taffy and amaretto fudge could ever explain.  Even if you look better than me in every picture, always.

XOXO Sarah Mae

I’ve committed to writing 30 letters in 30 days, according to the 30 Day Letter Challenge.  To learn more about my project, check out my introduction.

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