HER.

    What do we do when my sister comes to town, you ask?
Why, let me show you!

We Drink Coffees & Juices...

..Outside, if you please...

We look at flowers 
& watch people
We talk about things 
& gab about nothings.

We find painted walls.

We go thrifting & record-store junkie-ing

We take long, mozying walks

Filled with more talking than walking

We buy things to share. note the flower hair pins.

We Explore.

We attempt photos under the arch

We eat at Zia's. Enough said. 

We do business. Covering House Press Conference

We picnic & listen to Jazz in the Park

We giggle & talk about our respective boys
*Note* PG material following. I have to include the hardest we laughed the entire week. Scenario: Bird poos on Aliza. Looks at offended knee sadly. Looks up at sky. Says woefully, "you've got to be f**king kidding me." Ensue rib-breaking laughter. 

We eat fro-yo...

...For Lunch.

We make homemade pizza & watch movies while waiting for midnight showing of Harry Potter. Oh yes. We're dorks. 

Mostly, we love each other. 

 

We so much loved having our sissy here with us. It was such a blessing to spend a week with my little sister, who has been my best girlfriend in the world since I was 3.5 years old, and who knows me so deeply and intimately that she knows by the smallest look in my eye when I'm about to freak out, or by the teeniest eyebrow raise that I want to go get ice cream...it is so fun to know and be known by a sister. I love her.