My MOH

This seems like a good day to blog about my MOH, because I'm particularly proud of her today. So let's start there: Last night, Carlin got her acceptance letter to my college!! I'm so happy and proud of her. She even waited until I got home to open the letter (not that she didn't know what was coming. You could see "Congratulations on your acc" through the envelope window, and the envelope flap said "Welcome to CNU!"). She had a handwritten "Welcome, Carlin!" on her letter. This was the first letter, positive or negative, to come in, so we're really happy.

Choosing my MOH was easy. I've always known my sister would be my MOH. When I pictured my wedding day, standing on the altar, I knew immediately that the person directly behind me would be her. We're 5 years apart in age, but we've always been close. We're similar enough to get each other, but different enough that it isn't boring. Plus, as you can see from our adorable Florida picture, we are stunningly photogenic together ;) We wear the same clothes, we have similar taste in people, if that makes sense. I once sent her a bumpersticker on facebook that read "We hate all the same people." Oddly enough, true. Picture on the left of us hating the same bad 4th of July music. We share a love of Chipotle, but I don't think that makes us unique.

We're different in that she's more focused than I am. She really pushes herself, whereas I can be a bit lazy (I'll work hard if I can't do something, but I won't push myself extra hard if I can). As I mentioned before, she likes some bad music. High school stuff. We have basic differences in the fact that I'm 22 and out of college, and she's 17 and in high school. But all in all, 20 years down the line I know we'll still be close. I'll call her up to talk about socks. She's the best sister I ever could have asked for.

Who is your MOH? How did you choose?