But my first memories are of sobbing hysterically because I thought she was getting her leg cut off when her baby leg cast needed to be removed. I remember endless nights laying awake in bed worrying myself to insomnia that something would happen to her and I would never recover. I loved her. I was jealous of her. I drove her nuts. She drove me insane. But born 22 months apart, sharing the same life, she was and is my sister.
I remember after a particularly awful bout of teenage animosity, my father shook his head at us in the rear view mirror and said "One day the two of you will be the best of friends". We glared at each other and simultaneously fantasized of being only children and wondered at our father's sanity.
Today, there is probably no one else on earth who understands those hidden parts of me like her. We grieve the same losses. We miss the same people. We pray for the same father and survive the same mother.
She is an amazing mother. She is passionate and intelligent. She is athletic beyond my wildest abilities. She is the best of friends. I am lucky to be her sister and proud to be her friend.
Happy birthday Sis. I love you. I need you AND more importantly, I really do like you.
4 comments:
thanks Sis, love you too.
Love this :) I have a sister too. This made me laugh out loud. "Someday" has turned into every day and my sister and I are inseperable.
I love this post. My sister and I are 22 months apart too (I'm older). She is my best friend. She is the oil to my vinegar! I hope your girls, and my two girls will see the value in their sister one day!
My 6 yr old has a hard time making friends, and whenever she cries about it, I remind her how lucky she is to have one friend that will always be in her life, and even if we move, will ALWAYS be with her!
I smile big when either of my girls calls the other "sis" :)
I have 3 sisters and we still argue! Lol!
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