Mom once told me:
No one will ever bear the bond that you and your sister share.
Never has she been more right.
From our upbringing to the majority of my wardrobe, we have shared it all. You were the one that split that last piece of moms famous “pea pizza” with me. The one who pulled out your makeup collection before every special occasion to ensure I was the most glamorous girl there. The one who feigned laughter at dad’s notoriously lame jokes with me. The one who rolled your eyes when the phone announced another call from mom’s sister in unison with me. The one who brings me into reality when I need to be. The one who stole my frosting and suffered with the boot because of it. The one who cried with me when I thought all was hopeless. The one who let me sleep in her bed when there was a monster knocking on the attic door.
You are the one who would move mountains for a stranger you met on the street but would never tell a soul.
Stray dogs bring you to tears, not to mention Harry Potter trailers, but that’s another story.
You are the one who temporarily creates the illusion otherwise, but has the biggest heart of anyone I know.
I pray for you all the good things in life. Have the self-awareness to know your infinite worth and never settle for anything less.
You have become a role model for me, embarking on adventures and taking on challenges that never cease to amaze me. From a young age, I noted the grace, poise, and sheer confidence that you emanate. I also saw a fearlessness in you that I could only attempt to recreate; it is the gift that God has blessed you with, never take that for granted.
Happy birthday to you, my sister. You have successfully conquered 21 years; I wish for you so many more happy, healthy celebrations. Take advantage of the place you are in life, like I know you will.
I must say, my only regret is missing the first twenty months of your life.
I love you sisser. Go set the world on fire.