He knew I couldn't be a cowgirl either...

That's why He gave you me for a sister..........He knew if times got hard enough, I could be either/or for both of us!!!

together will be!

I cherish the memories of the fun times we had while growing up, they put sunshine in a dreary day. The other 'stuff' is not important anymore, and it is not worth the remembering.

I love you, dear sister. Always remember that.

I agree with you. The 'stuff' makes us sick....the golden memories opens the doors to a fountain of youth, and unforgetable gayity! I love you more than you will ever realize!