My BFF: Jessica

This is my older sister.

Jessica.

She’s married to Brad.

They have two blonde-headed, blue-eyed girls: Madelyn & Olivia.

Jessica’s a high school teacher.

Jessica makes the best potato soup and homemade pizza.

And they always have fresh, homemade bread at their house.

I call her often with cooking questions.

Or to get a recipe.

‘Cause Jessica knows how to make everything.

She can even whip up an adorable skirt.

From a pattern that she sketched herself.

She says she’s not creative.

But she is.

She’s also good at directions.

As in driving directions.

If she’s been somewhere once, she can easily get there again.

Oh, and she hates mice!

They scare her.

One time, when mom & dad were out for the night and left Jess in charge, there was a mouse in the house.

{{Shriek}}

Jessica made us stand on top the dishwasher.

ALL NIGHT!

For our safety.

To make sure the mouse wouldn’t eat us alive. Or something.

Funny story.

One time, at dance camp, Jessica got her braces stuck in the carpet. . .

OF THE MEN’S DORMS!

I loved being on the dance team with Jessica.

Speaking of dancing.

We also went to tons of church dances together.

I never remember her complaining when I would tag along.

How cool is she?

However, she hated that I had to come to early morning seminary with her.

Because Jessica’s always prompt and punctual.

I’m NOT!

Jessica has a bubble.

She doesn’t like people in her bubble.

It irritates her.

When I need advice, I ask Jessica.

She’s older and wiser.

Plus, she no-nonsense and right to the point.

She’s the perfect older sister.

She’s strong-minded, disciplined and on the ball.

Jessica and I are very different.

Sometimes she rolls her eyes at me.

Sometimes she calls me a nerd.

Or a “spazz”,

It makes me laugh.

Mainly because it’s true.

Yet, we’re a lot alike.

In so many ways.

And more and more ways as we get older.

She’s always been the best example to me.

I’m so glad she’s my big sister.

When I grow up, I want to be as knowledgeable as Jessica.


Jessica in one word...
Motherly.


I love you Jessica.
Thanks for being you!