I really think only children or people with only brothers got the short end of the stick.
Not that I’d know, but I’m sure there are some good qualities to each of those situations. But it also means you don’t have the luxury of having a sister.
And even if you don’t know it, that must suck for you.
And now that I think of it, I’m sure there are a lot of people’s sisters out there who suck, too. But not mine.
Big Sister and I have done our fair share of fighting, of course. (And as a former chronic nail biter, let me just say, for the record, Big Sister, that clawing me with your talons was a really unfair way to fight, especially when hair-pulling was my only mode of retaliation, because you could do that to me, too. See? Unfair.) But with only a difference of two and a half years, we’ve also gotten to share a lot of really great moments together – and can face the tough stuff as a unit.
We’ve been through weddings (obviously her was the most important…so far, anyway) and (a) divorce and funerals and surgeries and holidays and birthdays and rodeos and wineries and dancing with puppies and midnight games of Monopoly and attempting (and failing at) any possible foreign accent and laughing until we’re crying and crying until we’re laughing and everything in between. And I can only wish for many more of those moments (you know, sans the bad stuff as much as possible) to come.
So, dearest Big Sister, you gorgeous, amazing woman, as your life-long MOH (is that a thing? Let’s make it a thing.) and in honor of your birthday, please enjoy this short montage of photos. I love you, and I’m so thankful you’re my big sister.