I have been thinking a lot lately about sisters.
My baby sister is having a birthday this month, turning 29.
These next few months she will be 29 and I 30. We used to love this, this feeling that we were almost twins. She has always been taller than me, or so it has seemed. Others often thought her the eldest. This used to really bug me :)
We aren't sisters that look alike.
She got the European coloring from my mothers side. Turning tan is never a chore for her. I got the paler Irish skin tone from my Father. I turn bright red in the summer even when wearing a high numbered sunscreen.
We are both very competitive when it comes to one another. Not sure why this is, at times its almost as if we enjoy the challenge. Almost.
I remember feeling like I had to protect her, her first day of school I rushed to her side to comfort her if she broke down crying yet she marched in with her Holly Hobby lunch box swinging in hand and didn't need me.
I cant help but look at her and still see that same little girl. The one that hid caterpillars in her pockets, the little artist drawing her masterpieces on the walls of the bedroom, giving our dog a haircut and always insisting she make her own birthday cake. I love her to pieces!
She will always be in my life. I am blessed to have her.
Happy Birthday baby sis!
"A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost."
~Marion C. Garretty~