Saturday, July 23, 2011

Sisters




I was given the fabulous opportunity of being a middle sister. I have an older sister and a younger sister. I read a quote the other day.. "If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child." I could not put it better myself. In our house there was never a dull moment with three sisters. Growing up my oldest sister and I are only a year apart, so we fought, competed, shared friends, shared clothes, stuck up for each other, went against one another, told secrets, planned escapes, shared rooms, and experienced life two very different girls raised in the very same family. Its funny how totally opposite the two of us are, but how many similarities we share now that we are older. My little sister is seven years younger than me. Now she stands inches taller than me, but she will always be my little sister. The youngest, the baby who I picked on, teased, took everywhere, played with, fought for, hugged on, prayed for, and couldn't be more proud of. Always the quiet one, go with the flow so she didn't have to go against the current of the other two girls who had enough strong will for the entire neighborhood. Sisters. It's funny how whenever you talk to anyone about memories including your best friends, husbands, children, family members, no one understands it quite the same as your sister. These are the two people I love enough to say exactly what it is I am thinking, my opinion for them to make them look better, be better, or feel better. We argue at the drop of a hat, we snap at each other often, most importantly we can be just who we are to each other and know at the end of the day we will always be together. And as I get older and life gets more complicated I am so grateful that I have these two beautiful women to call my sisters.


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