grab a hanky, Mom...

So, my little sister Molly is here for a visit. And when I say 'little,' I mean she's eight. Molly is nineteen years younger than me and four years older than Betsy. In fact, everywhere we go people assume she's my daughter (perhaps because Molly looks more like me than Porter does). Anyway, since I was in college when Molly was born, I've never really spent any time around her, so I thought it would be fun for her to come out for a week. Betsy is, of course, over the moon excited. We've been to the childrens museum, the library, Hobby Lobby (that mecca of crafts) and if it ever stops raining, we'll go berry-picking and to the waterpark.

Betsy and Molly have matching butterfly nightgowns that Grammie sewed. (That's Betsy's grammie and Molly's mom... oh never mind) They were so cute last night, I had to take some pictures.