On this day in history...

Excuse me, world?

This is my Jennifer and my Michelle.

They climb cliffs and dangle their feet over the edge.

They dodge rattlesnakes.

They're the best hooligans you could ask to be related to.

And I think the world of them.

And as fate would have it, 18 years ago I ran the entire way home from school 

to find out that I had two new sisters.

I was ecstatic.

I threw my backpack up in the air.

At eight years old, it was the best thing I could think to do.

But the excitement hasn't really died down.
At all.

It's only gotten bigger and better, and of course carried into the next generation.

A couple weeks ago when we arrived in New Mexico, Robs saw Jen, let out the highest pitchiest squeal she could come up with and then literally jumped into her arms.

At two years old, it was the best thing she could think to do.

So today, we're celebrating.

Happy Birthday Jen and Shelle!

You're the baste.