I'm up in my room on a Saturday (as you could probably guess) afternoon. I feel like I should be doing something but then again... Well, I guess I'm not going to.
To be honest, I've done a lot today. Not anything fun, I promise you. Cleaning cleaning cleaning.
I'm going to do some pilates once my step-dad goes to work... He's hogging the TV. I think I'll play some Wii Sports after that. But, for now, I'm laying on my bed (which is actually still the air mattress from the concert), listening to music, and hanging out with my sister.
Her birthday was on yesterday... My baby sister turned eight years old. Goodness. It's insanity, I swear. I look at her, all tall and lanky and beautiful, and I just don't understand where the years have gone. I used to sit with her on the rocker when she was younger, and read to her and sing to her and rock her to sleep. I used to sleep in her room with her on a mattress on the floor. I used to play house with her and dress up and paint her nails every Saturday. It's insane to think about that. We haven't had time to actually hang out with each other, one on one like that since I started high school. Three years ago. I mean, sure, we spend time together, like we are doing right now. But I look back on the times we were so close... And I just can't believe those times are gone.
I love my sister so much. I asked my mom, for years and years, for a little sister, and when I was eight I got exactly what I wanted. A beautiful little sister who idolized me. I even got lucky and got a little brother who makes everything a little more interesting.
My sister knows how to make my day and make me crazy. She knows me inside out. She knows where I hide things and she knows when I'm upset. She stands up for me when I get in trouble with our parents, and she's willing to try to sneak into my parents room and get my guitar for me when they take it away. We fight all the time, but there's nothing that makes me happier than her smile.
Basically, I love my sister. And even when we're screaming at each other, once we're done fighting I always remind her how much I love her and how I'll always be there for her.
So Devan, if you do end up reading this one day (what a trip that would be!) I hope that I've lived up to your expectations, and that you are happy and successful in your life. I'll always love you more than anything (Well, you and your brother) and if you ever need anything or you just need someone to talk to, know I'm there. Even if I'm not there. I am. I love you.
-Ayden
an old one, but this is from Devan's birthday last year
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