Shout Out: My Little Lacher

I've been moved. Moved to shout out to my little, and only, sister Rachell (who shall hereafter be referred to as Lacher). I've never shouted out to someone on this blog, or any blog for that matter, and I hope to not offend the many people in my life worthy of a shout-out who have not received one. But no one else worthy of a shout-out pays me rent every month, either, so I guess this is fair.

Young Lacher came to us a starry-eyed youngster, recently graduated from Rocky Mountain High School, home of the Grizzlies. You see, young Lacher was a simple country girl, some might say a cockeyed optimist, who got herself mixed up in the high-stakes game of of big city life. A tough way to start off, I know. And though it seems like she's been with us for an eternity ;) it has been a mere three months. In that three months, we've shared a lot of experiences, and food, with Lach, and we're going to miss her.

Lacher has actually been with us longer than Beckett has. She got here two days before Beckett was born and has been a big help with that transition (to Lindsay-- I've been at work). She was always willing to lend a hand, change a diaper, and even stayed up with him a few times.

We've done a lot together: floor seats at LA Clippers, many Lost and Office episodes, me rocking Lacher's world lawn-bowling at Roxbury Park, corn-on-the cob at Venice Beach (my treat), cruis'n the Miracle Mile, me rocking Lacher's world at Scrabble, watching Serendipity (I let her pick it out, obviously), Mulberry Street Pizza (my treat), dinner at Jack Sprat's (and ridiculously good tips for less-than-stellar waitressing), mini-road trip to San Diego (the greatest city in the world) and suffering through BYU's loss to the Aztecs, me rocking Lacher's world biking on the Santa Monica Strand, exploring the Hollywood Hills and the Boulevards, luxury box at the Dodgers game (my treat, indirectly), and short-lived diets (no treats here).

Notwithstading some difficult moments (multiple hair-dyes, trying to feed Beckett ice-cream at 2 weeks old, the super-glue incident of '07), it's been a great run. Lach, you're a special girl and the best little sister a big brother could ask for. You're beautiful, intelligent, and fun. I appreciate your good example, the idiosyncracies that are peculiar to only you (who in the world is scared of birds and flower petals for goodness sake?), and your desire to do what's right and improve in all aspects of your life. The big-bottomed line, and I think I speak for the three of us you'll be leaving here in LA when I say this, is that we love you, we're going to miss you, and we wish you the best as you move on to the next phase of what will certainly be a happy and wonderful life.

PS Don't forget April's rent.