Sister, Sister

If you've ever scrolled Pinterest, and let's face it, if you have access to the Internet, you have, then I'm sure you've seen those nauseatingly sweet quotes about sisters.

And shit like that.  Every time I see something like that, I can't help but think that this person clearly never actually had a sister.  Having a sister is quite possibly the most frustrating thing in the entire world.  Mostly because you love them ten times more than any of those quotes say, but you don't really want to. 

I'm not entirely sure how excited my sister was when my parents told her they were bringing home a little sister for her, but I can imagine she was just THRILLED to go from being the only child to sharing the spotlight.  Three and half years between us probably worked well for my parents but it didn't really bode so well for our relationship growing up.  I wanted to do EVERYTHING she did, and I'm sure she debated jumping off of a bridge just to see if I would in fact do everything she did, your standard big sister-little sister relationship. 

One day, things just....changed.  We could no longer be in the same together, speak civilly to each other, even look at each other.  And it was all my fault.  I was an awful sister.  She went through a bad time, and I judged her instead of being there for her, and I will never forgive myself for wasting years of our relationship, and I will never be able to thank her enough for forgiving me for being that way so we could become the best friends that we are now.

If you would have told 15 year old me that one day, that girl I had to share a bedroom with who wouldn't let me wear her clothes (which in true little sister form I did anyways) would end being the person I had the strongest relationship with, I would have laughed at you and asked for another sandwich.  Anybody who knew us would have done the same thing, but I would have taken their sandwich.  We never once tried to hide our dislike for each other.

Thank God that part of our lives is over with, because I don't know what I would do without her. 

Don't worry, when I'm visiting  her sometimes I still want to reach over and pull her hair as hard as I can, but I refrain, since she's nice enough not to smack me in the back of the head, like I know she is dying to do.  But we're a team now, and have a little brother that needs some smacking around sometimes.  Maybe we should start painting his nails again....

Anyways, happy birthday to my amazing, wonderful, strong, supportive sister, who I don't even come close to deserving.  I love you so so much and thank you for everything you've done for me, especially the making me an aunt thing. 

That's my favorite.

If you see her around today, give her the biggest hug you can from me, especially if you don't actually know her.  And don't tell her it's from me.

I like to creep out the people I love on their birthdays.

You guys are all lucky to have me.

Peace Out, Girl Scout

Where are the Girl Scouts?