Senioritis

I vividly remember when I was 12, after my first week away from home at Girl's Camp, coming through the door and being greeted by this little girl.  She was bare down to her cute little cloth diaper and she was crawling up the stairs, smiling at me and so happy to see me.  My mom came in the door moments afterward to find me a puddle of tears, loving on "my" blond little baby.  Somehow that connection has stuck a bit and, despite the age gap, this is the sister I relate to the most.  I think we have a lot in common (sorry Mom!).  Funny that my parents almost named me Melinda...