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Dear Emma


Dear Emma,

I was going to write you a regular blog post, like I did for Mom on her birthday, but I decided to do something different. So, here we go.
We have so many memories together, my dear little sister, and I can hardly believe that you’re turning eleven today. We’ll soon be able to make new memories, and we’ll go on new adventures but, for now, I’m going to remind you of some of my favorites.
I can remember so many things about our fantastic adventures (and, when I say fantastic, I mean fantastic). We travelled all over the world in our imaginations, and then we actually did end up travelling across the world . . . that’s a different story, of course.
When we were little – you were probably around seven and I was around ten – we played one of the best games ever invented. I’ve no idea what we decided to call it, but I do remember that it was all because of the Monsterology book we have. Our fort, which stood out in our yard with a pole and a slide, was our underwater base. Brennan was the leader of said underwater base, and every time we looked up, we could see amazing sea-monsters swimming above us. This fort and these monsters were usually filled with disaster, and it was Maggie who helped us fight off all the “Monsters-Gone-Rogue.”
You and I also really like making Blanket Forts – and I am the master. Often times, we make up new stories that don’t have anything to do with the last, but the latest I can remember was that I was a companion to the Eleventh Doctor, you were a companion to the Tenth Doctor, and we were both trapped in some odd dimension and we had no idea where we were. We didn’t know that we were both companions, either . . . apparently, and at one point or another, Brennan – Bigfoot, of course – attacked our outpost and we had to make a run for it. Eventually, the Doctors came for us, and we acted surprised.
I can also remember, one Christmas, we slid ourselves underneath the Christmas tree, and looked up at all the ornaments. You turned to me and asked, “What should we play?” We decided that we’d be adventurers travelling through a dangerous forest. Long story short, we made it out alive.
Needless to say, we have gigantic imaginations that make very little sense. But, imagination doesn’t have to make sense, does it?
Emma, you are the absolute BEST little sister I could ever ask for, and I love you with all my heart. Thanks for letting your imagination run wild with me – and don’t stop just because you’re getting older.

Love,


Grace

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