Sisters are pretty amazing. Today my younger sister turns 18. I think I may be more excited than she is. Because this is the day I celebrate that God decided our family needed some extra girl power. The day God gave me a friend I wouldn’t see just once or twice a week but every single day.
My sister has filled many roles. From listener to sympathizer, from exercise buddy to relationship advisor, she’s always been there….
Thank you, sister. For staying up late as I talk about everything and nothing and eventually bore you to sleep (quite literally). For going looking for me when I go on a walk upset because you know I don’t want to cry alone. For going places with me because then I’ll never have to step outside of my comfort zone. You are my comfort zone. For fiercely defending me when I’m too weak or speechless to defend myself. For telling me when I have spinach in my teeth, my makeup’s smeared, or I have a stain on my shirt. For knowing me so well that we can telepathically communicate…kind of. For being my whisper buddy, my confidant. For keeping all my secrets safe. For giggling (or crying) over guys with me. For telling me when I’m being a jerk or an annoying, immature brat. For singing off-key and out of tune with me to all the songs we hate and dancing with me to all the songs we love. For going on walks late at night with me. Who needs sleep anyway? For laughing at me because sometimes I forget to laugh at myself. For not staying mad at me. For always being the sweet fetcher of refills for your lazy big sister. For reminding me why you love me when I forget to like me. For always giving me reasons to hope when there are none left. For seeing through the smile to the pain in my heart. For making me laugh when tears are threatening my composure. For being my navigator when I have no idea where I’m going. For dreaming big with me. For encouraging me to be adventurous instead of the timid little mouse that I usually am. For being my best friend. Happy Birthday!