Morrrrrrrrr-giiiiiiiin!

*Imagine me saying the title as an 8 year old who is just trying to conduct her news broadcast as her videographer (sister) interrupts by singing.*

The subject for the next day in the 30 day challenge is to talk about your siblings. I have one sister, Morgan. Morgan is 3 years, 3 months, and 4 days older than me. She's the more reserved and stubborn sister. She definitely has the type-A personality in the family and fits the first child stereotype to a "T." She views every challenge as an opportunity and always rises. If someone tells her she can't, she surely going to prove them wrong.

Morgan got to pick my middle name. My parents must have really trusted her with me, then realized she wanted to send me "back where she came from" and dropped me into my bassinet my first day home from the hospital. I think she finally got used to the idea that I wasn't going anywhere so she made do.

Mo has always as a very motherly spirit about her, always has. I'll attribute my deficiency in baking skills to this because she'd always take over. She always wanted to help her little sister, no matter what I was doing. She's also a very meticulous person, not necessarily a clean one. She would always promise to do my hair and make-up before events and I would grow impatient because it would always take her so long. She just always wants to do her best, no matter what it is. In college, she would stay out to the wee hours of night, not partying or hanging out with friends, but studying.

I had said I was not going to Alabama, and if I did I was not going to church at Calvary because I was not doing exactly what my sister did in college. I wanted to make my own path instead of follow hers. Well, I did everything I said I wouldn't do. I think Mo was more excited about me coming to Alabama than I was. It was a lot of fun (sometimes hard) going to the same school as my sister for 2 years. Periodically my freshman year she would call and make sure I knew where my car was. I had a tendency of driving somewhere, hopping in the car with friends, and forgetting to be taken back to get my car. She would see my car in random places, which prompted her calls.

When Morgan is excited, everyone knows. She loves with her whole heart and her love is easy to feel. I have a tendency of hiding my emotions, but Mo wears hers on her sleeve, which is something I love about her. She starts talking the most at night, which if you know me, I am NO night owl and love my sleep. She used to leave the TV on all night. We've slept in the same bed every Christmas Eve that I remember.

I wouldn't trade my sister for anything. We butt heads a lot and even argue from time to time. I get perturbed when she asks too many questions and she gets perturbed when I, as the younger sister, try to give advice sometimes. Although we can get on each other's nerves, she's my best friend. She knows me so well. She can tell in the tone of my voice what kind of day I've had, so I can never hide anything from her. She loves making me feel like I'm the princess and spoiling me. She's always encouraged me in my walk with the Lord and made me want to be a better person. I love you, Mo.

*Sorry my pictures are out of order. I was too lazy to change it.*

Morgan and me getting ready on her wedding day (June 19, 2010)

Spend the night party in my dorm freshman year...I was jealous I didn't have glasses when Morgan took her contacts out

My 17th birthday celebration at Cheesecake Factory. She was in Tuscaloosa that summer.

Playing in the snow. I was 4, and she was 7.