I Don't Have A Catchy Name For This

I've been thinking a lot lately. Well, not so much thinking as retrospecting. Remembering. It seems odd to me that my sister will soon no longer be Whitney Nicole Osborne. She will be Whitney Nicole Osborne Gustafson, or Whitney Osborne Gustafson, or Whitney Nicole Gustafson, or some other combination. Her entire life - my entire life - she has been Whitney Nicole Osborne. Not for much longer. To go along with this thought, I was at our old house a few weeks ago. I had to stop by and pick up a vacuum cleaner. I walked through the house slowly, noticing every nook and cranny, memories flooding over me faster than I could remember them. I remembered backyard wiffleball, hours upon hours upon hours of driveway basketball, my awesome hanging bed, so many memories. One thing that stuck in my mind more than almost anything else was remembering waking up and taking half a step out of my bedroom and knocking on my best friend's bedroom door. I can't do that anymore. That best friend now lives in Atlanta and will soon have a different name. All that being said..... I am thankful that Whitney Nicole Osborne will soon have a different name. I am thankful that she finally found a man that almost deserves her. I am thankful that all those memories are not my life anymore. That house is not my home, and while Whitney's door is no longer a foot from mine, I still live with the best family in the world. There is no doubt about that. I have learned throughout the years that family has absolutely nothing to do with blood. Whitney will soon have a different last name than me. That's ok though, all my other sisters already do. And I am thankful for that.