As for my sister, Bergan, well, I pretty much wish i was her. First of all, she's effing gorgeous. I mean, check out those giant blue eyes, and long lashes, puffy, pouty lips, and, well, the list could just keep going.
On top of that, my sister is genuinely good. I know, everyone has their problems, but Bergan seems to just have it all under control. I have very little ability to control my emotions and passions, let alone my sass-mouth (wonder where Lilly gets it?). Bergan always has seemed like this statue of inherent strength.
She's headed out to France in the fall for a semester abroad, and I am insanely proud and insanely jealous. I never had that kind of guts.
Furthermore, Bergan is brilliantly smart. And she's a better writer than I am- which makes me, again, insanely jealous and insanely proud. Writing was always my 'thing'- but she has surpassed me.
My brother, Bozton, is the youngest. And he does things like this:
Boz is the goofiest person I know (aside from Biege) he definitely marches to the beat of his own drum, and is my kids' favorite uncle. My little Scarlet- well, uncle or not, I think she has a little crush on him. (And she's afraid of Biege as of late- because he grew a beard...something about his blog...but who knows, 'cause he never updates it. ~HINT HINT!~)