sisters & avalanche bars

i’m pretty sure this post will lock my singleness in for good.

my sister and i were fighting over baby names today.

because that should really be a priority in my life right now.


but she stole my wedding song so i have to make sure my bases are covered. also, you can tell by my singleness that it’s been a huge inconvenience that she stole my wedding song. by the time i get married it will officially be an oldie.

my sister is older than me, so she’s always gotten to go first. which i’ve always liked. she is such the older sister and i’m such the middle child. we’re like poster children for sibling order.

i remember when we were little, we used to have these dance recitals in a big high school. they separated out the big kids from the little kids. but not me. i stuck to my sister like lou malnati’s sticks to the hips – she was not leaving me alone in that classroom with that much tulle and hair spray.

she would always convince them to let me come with her.


there were years. years. when i would sneak into her room and pull out her trundle bed so i could sleep next to her.

we have lied, stolen, hit, envied, loved, trusted and betrayed each other.  yes it was me who stole that clear lake sweatshirt from you. the purple one that’s really big – yep, it’s in my closet. but i loooove it. plus, see above, re: wedding song.

people always remark how different we are. and i take it as an insult a little bit. i mean physically we look different –  she’s tall, blonde, blue eyed – i’m the opposite. and i mean, i get it-  i’m snarky and independent; she’s kind and comforting. but i want to be like her. she’s just good.


she has had my back on those nights in high school. she held my secrets close – especially the ones i didnt even know she knew. she has loved me when i didnt love myself. she worries about me. too much probably, which to her – is just enough.

she makes my brother and me send her our flight itineraries. we have to text her when we board, take off and land. we huff and puff about it and act all annoyed. but the one time she didnt ask for our itineraries, we were pretty sure she didnt love us anymore. and we told her so.


so this love letter is because it’s my sisters birthday tomorrow. and it actually hurts my heart that i can’t be there to celebrate with her. this last year of seeing her become a mom has been incredible. i always knew she’d rock at it, after all – she is my big sister. but i just don’t think i’ve seen anyone love as much as my sister loves that beautiful daughter of hers. IMG_7153

here’s the treat i made her last weekend. our version of avalanche bars. which obviously involves doubling the peanut butter of normal avalanche bars.

go big or go home.

make a wish, teen – love you.

sisters & avalanche bars (upping the peanut butter ante)
Prep time:
Total time:
  • 1 12 ounce bag white chocolate chips
  • 1/3 cup peanut butter (ok, fine we totally did 1/2 cup. we’re PB freaks)
  • 3 cups rice krispies
  • 1½ cups miniature marshmallows
  • 1 cup miniature chocolate chips
  1. in a big microwave safe bowl, add white chocolate chips and peanut butter. microwave for about a minute. they won’t be melted but they’ll be hot enough.
  2. stir together until all the white chocolate chips are melted.
  3. add rice krispies and wait about 10 minutes until the mix has reached room temp – not in the fridge.
  4. add mini chocolate chips and marshmallows. Stir until well combined.
  5. grease a 9×13 baking pan. press mixture down into the pan. but be gentle so you don’t crush.
  6. place in the fridge, pace around the kitchen impatiently for about 30 minutes. cut and serve!




  1.'Connie Billings says

    I LOVE your little stories!! What a gift you have! We saw your parents, Brent, Lily and birthday girl tonight at dinner…I remember the day she was born and all the frills and bows since then!!
    Keep writing…you have a gift!!!

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