A few weeks ago Becca and I went to dinner with some girlfriends.
They were trying to talk Becca into starting a blog.
"How are we supposed to know what you're doing with your life?" they wanted to know.
Where I check my email at least once every two minutes, Becca checks hers at least once every two weeks.
Becca has a Facebook account but I'm sure she can't remember the last time she was on it.
Our friend's concerns were valid.
I told them that I would give them updates about Becca on my blog.
Here's their update:
Becca nearly chopped her finger off on Sunday. That happens when you are using an electric chopper and stick your finger in the blades to clean out the onions that are stuck, without ever turning the chopper off first.
Becca showed me her finger last night...it's still bleeding.
While I'm on the subject of Becca, would you mind if I wrote her a little note?
Remember last night how I ran away to your house and you let me climb up on your bed and snuggle under your down comforter? And remember how you let me cry as you listened to my concerns about how I didn't return Grandma's phone call and then it was too late? And remember how you let me cry about the hurt I feel in my heart for our little sister? And remember how you told me that I was a good person even though I didn't feel like it? And then remember how we watched a Christmas movie together before I went home? I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for knowing me better than anyone else. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for always being there for me. I love you.
The world would be a better place if every girl had a sister.
And if you could have your picture taken with Minnie Mouse.