You mean, you can't see me through that fancy TV screen thingy?!

My sister Caroline graduated from 5th grade. Of all my siblings I feel the closest with Caroline. Not only does she look just like me but, my gosh, that child reminds me of myself to a capital T. I love all my siblings equally but there's just something about Sweet Caroline that makes me feel extra motherly. Maybe it's because I remember exactly how I felt when I found out that finally after 14 years of waiting, I was finally going to have a baby sister. Maybe it's because I couldn't wait for her to get big enough to shop at the Limited Too because, I was like, sooooo into the Limited Too. Maybe it's because I was there when she was born and I remember my soul wanting to jump out of my body and my heart fall out of my butt at the sheer excitement that I felt that I was finally getting to meet her. It was then that I learned how special it's going to be to become a mommy because no matter how a woman becomes pregnant, there is no other way to have a baby than attached to her body. Caroline is beautiful. And even though sometimes she is that annoying bratty little sister, and she hates to shop, and sometimes my soul still wants to jump out of my body (in a bad way) and my heart fall out of my butt (in a bad way), I would scale a mountain for her and would take every one of her insulin shots for her because I just love her that much.

So, she graduated 5th grade which means she is going to middle school. Yikes. But she is going to the same middle school/high school that Adam and I went to which, by the way, is ranked #43 of the Top 100 schools in the country. Thankyouverymuch.

At her graduation, it was no less than 102 degrees in the gym that was filled with 70 stinky 5th graders and their parents, siblings, grannys, and dogs. I'm frantically trying to save 8 chairs for family and as I'm walking to finally take a seat I see a familiar face. It's the kind of moment where you go, "Oh gosh, I know I know this person, and we just made eye contact, and even though I can't remember her name I know she's gonna remember mine, so I better wave to be nice." Then the waving began. And I start waving at this person and this was no normal wave, it was a big goofy slobbering tongue involved wave. This person, a girl, sees me waving at her and does the "half smile, is she waving at me look." It was still so crowded in our area that I decided to bypass the conversation until afterwards and take my seat. Still wrapping my brain trying to figure out which Tri-Delt this could be, it hit me. This lady doesn't know me from a hole in the ground because not only has she never met me, she's never even seen me before because she's on television. Out local news anchor, Amy McRee. Needless to say, there was no post-graduation rendezvous.