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Started From The Bottom Now She's Here!
Posted on August 4, 2013
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About the title... The quote was fitting so don't judge me. 

Today my little sister graduated from college and I still can’t believe it. I remember teaching her how to read and fighting with her for stealing my toys. I guess this is how my parents feel watching my sister and I grow up over the years. I became a big sister when I was only 3-years-old. I was excited about having a baby sister to play with and feed her and help change her diapers.

 It’s been a long time coming. I remember her excitement after receiving her acceptance letter from The Ohio State University to the time we drove to Columbus for freshman orientation. It was a new beginning for her, especially being away from home for an extended amount of time. I've got to say that she has grown and matured in so many ways and I'm extremely proud of her for this journey. 

Jazzy's freshman year (left), graduation (right).
She went in as a 17-year-old who always missed the bus to a responsible young woman. What a difference four years makes! It’s been a privilege to watch her blossom. It’s an awesome feeling to be able to see the ones you love accomplish major things, but it’s an even bigger blessing to be there during the journey from Day 1 to the finish line. It was a bittersweet day and words can't describe how proud I am of her.

So this post is dedicated to my sister Jazmine. I’m so very proud of you sissy. I know you thought this day would never come, but it did and you've earned it! I know you will you use your gifts as the Lord sees fit to make an impact on those who come after you. Congratulations! 

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