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“I didn’t know you felt that way about me, we don’t really talk much.” Those words hit me like a pile of bricks. It’s not something you’d expect to hear from your little sister.

My youngest sister is 13-years-old. Yea, 19 and a half years younger than me, and it’s true, in the past we haven’t spoken much. We never lived under the same roof. In fact, I was married before she was born. When she and my mom moved to Texas a few years ago things didn’t change a ton. I still saw her as a little sister (little sisters can still be annoying even when you’re an adult). As time has gone by though I’ve watched her grow and mature and I’ve been really impressed with her.

She gets good grades, is a good role model, helps me with my pictures, puts family before friends…. All things I wrote in a card for her for her birthday. I didn’t really realize it but I’ve never stopped to tell her all of these things. So how could she know?

Sometimes it’s hard to tell people exactly how we feel. Sometimes a card can find the words we can’t form ourselves. And sometimes a card is the perfect channel for putting down words you otherwise would find hard to say. Writing down those words gives a gift of good feelings to relive over and over every time they read it.

Getting all sentimental and mushy isn’t easy for me. Especially not with my little sister who is a teenager now. But it’s not a great excuse for not telling people we care about how we feel.

Hallmark has launched the Put it into Words campaign. Now more than ever the world needs more caring, and Hallmark cards can help.

Being a part of this has really helped me to realize how many people in my life inspire me and make my life better. And it’s helped me see how impactful letting them know can mean for both of us. I’m making it a point to put those feelings into words and giving more cards to share how I feel. Because if not now. Then when?

Have you sent a card recently? Think of someone right now who deserves to know how you feel about them and go put it into words. Send a card and see what a difference it makes.

Visit Hallmark for inspiration or click here to see more cool stories of how cards made a difference. There you can also enter for a chance to win free cards for a year and a $500 gift card to use on someone special in your life.

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“Finding out mom was pregnant was the worst day of my life.”

No exactly the words you want to hear from a girl who’s about to be a big sister. But that’s what one of my sister’s said the day she found out our mom was having another baby.

See, Lauren was the baby for eight years. And to this day she (mostly jokingly) says she hates that she’s not the baby anymore.

I’m the oldest of five kids. Four of us are girls, and we’re all a bit spaced out. The greatest gap is between my youngest two sisters. Lauren is 11 years younger than me, and Kimberly is eight years younger than her. Yes, there’s a whopping 19 years between my youngest sister and I.

When I found out I was pregnant again my mind automatically went to calculating the age differences. My son and Sneaky will be five years apart and Lil’ J will be a whopping eight years older than her little sister. My mind couldn’t help but go to my youngest sisters who don’t have the most loving bond.

Thankfully, I don’t see history repeating itself with my daughters.

Lately, more and more I believe the my daughter is the divine reason for this sneaky one. I’ve never seen her so happy, intrigued, helpful and excited. She was thrilled for a baby whether it was a boy or a girl but the moment she learned she was having a sister, she died and went straight to heaven.

Though eight years apart, I hope these two develop a beautiful bond. They’ll never share clothes, or (outside of homeschool) be at the same school. They’ll likely have different tastes in food, music and movies, but I hope they share other things.

Like secrets.

I hope they tell each other secrets, and keep them. I pray my oldest will be a good role model, someone her sister can look up to, and a shoulder for her to cry on.

When they’re much older and have families of their own, I hope they still call and see each other regularly. I know it’s a lot to ask, but I hope they’re best friends.

I’ve heard so many sister horror stories. Heck, I’ve lived them personally. And maybe I’m being a bit optimistic here. But I really truly hope that these two are an exception. With the look on my daughter’s face every morning when she jumps in bed to say hello to her growing baby sister, I can’t help but feel like they’ll be some of the lucky ones. And the day these two meet with be one of the best days of their lives.

Hi! I’m Jennifer Borget


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