Good things...

...come in small packages.

Or at least that is what my Grandmom has been telling me since I was a kid.  I have literally always been in the front of pictures because I would be hidden if I ended up behind anyone.  I can only remember one time in my life - in 6th grade - when we were taking a picture of all the girls in our classroom, I was asked to stand in the back.  I can remember being like - wow, that is different!  Maybe I'm growing. 

Here's the catch - I haven't grown since then.  Yep.  As I like to say, "I'm 5' on a good day."  After 23 years, I've come to like the fact that I am particularly short and love that I can always wear heels if I want to and never fear that I will tower over anyone. 

I had a prediction that Sean would soon grow enough that I would be the shortest person in the family - and well, it happened. 

-"Hello."
-"Oh hey, Sean.  What's up?"
-"Kathryn, GUESS WHAT!"
-"What?"
-"I'm 5'1!!!!"
-"NO.  When did you go to the doctor?  For real?"
-"Yep.  I am."

So that conversation happened about 3 weeks ago - and I have now come to terms with it.  I am the shortest Noonan.

You see, pictures in the old days used to be like this:

Sean - the youngest - being held by the older, taller kids.

Now...

this is going to start happening much more often - being that I am the oldest girl yet shortest child. 

Repeat after me - good things come in small packages.