LB. Little Brain. She doesn't really live up to the name. I know it comes from the days of yore when Kelly (her big sister) would get a frantic phone call from God-knows-where in Chicago. "I lost my wallet," LB would admit.
"Oh, LB," the key department would sigh in unison.
Megan has come a long way from her early days searching for a job, searching for her soul path, searching for her wallet. I have only known her for 3 years, but I feel that I have seen her progress from adolescence to womanhood. Her posture, her attitude, and her flair for accessorizing are to be envied. I find Megan sporting the hair color of my dreams, then the next week it's something different, but equally dramatic. She also makes going to school and changing jobs look effortless. I know there is more emotion behind it than I see, but I have always wished I could be more of a B-type personality like her. And, just when I think there is no more that White Stripes and Led Zeppelin records rattling around in her noggin, she suddenly knows every word to my jazz songs. Truly a chameleon. Megan will continue to grow. But she will always be our Little Brain.
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