Some of Our Family Transactions my Sister has Missed Due to not Going to our Dad's for the Past Few Months

The death of our little turkey, Turkey Lurkey. Your little brother losing two teeth and growing in one. The birthday party of our second cousin, Sierra. Camping at Dos Picos park and bruising our butts on our bikes. Our Dad, Heather, and the three kids missing you to death. The sweetest age in the world is 15, or whatever you daughter is. The acquiring of our new cow, T-bone. The muddy paws of our puppies. The soft fur of our bunny. The many eggs of our seven chickens. Though you grow before me, Your still my baby girl. The crazy running of me during the summer. The awkward visits of us to the friends of our parents that we don't know. The lazy days we spent watching T.V. and movies in house. Cheap and easy lunch meals. Freezing and sandy trips to the beach with and without our cousins. Lake Havasu, with the hot sun, leeches, and amazing lightning storm. A daughter may outgrow you lap, but she will never outgrow your heart. The exciting clean up of the extra metal sheets and bars around the garage. The gross find of slugs. The many wounds of our little siblings. The crazy games, petty fights, and adorable hugs of everyone. The wonderful family and games on Christmas.  The laughter and uncopiable smiles, faces, and times. Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla. Little bonding moments. Cute saying from Steven, crazy things from Amanda. Watching Steven's baseball practice, where he stomped on ants. Helping clean out the old sea train, looking at old photos. Watching the things in the house slowly move, get destroyed, and disappear.  The new sink faucet. A daughter is a treasure - and a cause of sleeplessness. The miraculous turn up of new clothing on my bed. Fuzzy sleeping in our room, and probably your blanket too, sorry. Cold, cold thanksgiving. Messy boys coming to visit. Dress ups and crazy trampoline games. The amazing deterioration of our scooters. It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't. The sad little goodbye's and 'I'm going to miss you's'. Lots of boring flights, and crazy HAZMAT guys. Tiny little experiences that you will never be able to make up.