When I hear things like "who packed your parachute?" I automatically think of someone who has saved my butt on several occasions. My mom, my little brother Kyle, my mimi, Heather, Jessica, and Lacie have all been there to keep me from hitting the ground. I am dedicating this blog to Kyle. He has had to carry the burden of "packing my parachute" like almost everyday. I am constantly getting in some kind of trouble and Kyle either has to cover for me or stand up for me. He shares my punishment and is always there to listen. My mom always has to get on to both of us because he refuses to let me take any kind of scolding alone. He's the bestest little brother in the WHOLE world and I love him to death! One day ,when he actually stops being perfect, I will be more than happy to repay all the favors.
