My sweet sister in law made me an essay about how much she misses me.
I am posting it, and my response to it here:

Oh, How I Long For My Sister     By:  Kafaleen

I appreciate Jennifer's sassy charm and quick wit.  She makes me laugh all the time,
and I miss laughing all the time.  Ryan does a pretty good job of keeping the
laughter rolling, but there's a certain piece missing....and that piece is my
sister.  I appreciate Jennifer's fabulous cooking and baking skills!  Her apple
crisp, sugar cookies, and breakfasts are the best.  I wonder how Mother's day brunch
will turn out in May.  If there is no Jennifer, perhaps we will have to celebrate at
Butterfields.  When it comes to food, I realize how much I miss Jennifer's cooking,
and how I should never take it for granted.  Yoga seems boring and unfun.  I have
tried to go and make the best of it, but its no fun looking over to my neighbor and
seeing someone other than Jennifer.  I have lost my passion for yoga and it is all
because my sister has left me.  I appreciated her getting me involved in yoga...and
I have even lost my taste for bagels.  I appreciate Jennifer giving me beauty and
health tips.  For without her, I might be blind right now.   I guess I never
realized how much Jennifer means to me, and I hope through this short essay, she
realizes how down in the dumps life is without her and she would just pack up her
exotic London life and get back home!!

The Five Senses of A Sister     by JeniSpacePod

When I close my eyes, I see Kathleen on the couch next to me, Wii steering wheel
gripped tightly in her hand, speeding through MarioWorld. I see her grimace with
determination, then resignation, as I race by her to victory. 

When I open my mouth to talk, I am filled with the memory of a mouth full of
apple cinnamon bagel with (discontinued maple) cream cheese, which always
tasted best when it was Kathleen's turn to pay. And then I think about the
way she samples the same 18 flavors of gelato each time, just so she can get
an extra helping for free.

When I hear the garbage truck rumble down the street, my ears remember the sound
of Kathleen's crazy laugh, and it makes me smile. I also remember her "Rarrrrrrrr!"
and I tremble in fear.

When I go to sleep at night and feel the cozy blankets around me, I remember
buying Kathleen a nap set for Christmas, and how even though she says she only
uses it every other day, she probably uses it every single day. 

And when I smell flowers in the fancy / exotic gardens of London, I think
about how Kathleen always puts flowers on her holiday table. And then I
miss her some more.


Since my hard drive broke, I don't have a picture of Kathleen and
me so these geese will have to do.