My Sisters

Me, Sandy, Karen

Leslie, Ann Dee, Sandy

Let me introduce you.

Karen ...

is a grandmother. She is also a great kindergarten teacher but now she works at BYU as a student teacher supervisor. Let me know if you want her business card, I can get you one. She is the mother of a missionary in Guatemala. She laughs really hard at funny things and makes good chimichangas and gyosa. She and I are in competition for the favorite aunt. Tyson and Luke think it is funny so they play it up.

Leslie ...

is a mother of a missionary in Arkansas and a freshman at BYU. She is RSP in her ward and owns a sweet cabin in Island Park, ID. She likes to have fun and works really hard to be sure her kids are happy. Her two little boys (not so little anymore) are big sports guys and they are pretty good if I do say so myself. Leslie will do anything for anyone. She went to Switzerland on a mission.

Sandy ...

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is the mother of four and works as a resource teacher at an elementary school. She likes art and went to Italy on her mission. She makes really good lasagna and pizza. She hosts family BBQs and the annual Easter egg hunt in her back yard. She is very sensitive and kind. She also has a red headed daughter Lucy who recently had a brain tumor removed. She loves to sing and dance to movies like Thoroughly Modern Millie.

Ann Dee ...

is the mother to a kid named Van who is wild and has no fear of getting hurt (he's only 10 months). She is the author of this book and teaches English classes at BYU. She is also very sensitive and just wants people to get along. She remains calm when talking to me about boys on the phone because she is trying to be an example to me about how I should react to certain situations. If it is good - no big deal. If it is bad - no big deal. She will read and edit my papers for school even late at night. She went on a mission to Hong Kong. She wishes she could be more organized like me.

Actually all of my sisters wish they could be more organized like me. I wish I could be more like all of them.

This post is dedicated to Karen who thinks I love my brothers more than my sisters because I buy them T-shirts and cry when they tell me they love me.