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I was sitting at Abigail's birthday party last week when a lady that I didn't recognize started walking down the path to the party. She had two little girls with her and a gift in hand. I was really struggling trying to figure out who it could be when my friend Andrew suggested that it was my sister. Sure enough, he was right. She had driven over 600 miles just to make it to Abby's party. After the party we spent the day doing what sisters do, eating and shopping. That night my oldest niece, Hailey, spent the night with us. Her and Abigail stayed up half the night whispering and giggling. Even though I knew they needed sleep, I wasn't about to stop them. They missed each other so much! It was sad for us to see them go, but we were really happy they were able to come.