I’m so lucky to have an older sister, and she is more than a sibling. She is my confidant, ally, and protector. Having seven years between us, I know at times she wanted to be the only child–she had to give up her precious Persian, Caramel, her Collie, Lady, and a complete disruption of her happy home. Seriously, who likes a crying baby that can’t play and stinks.
But she loved me anyway. Even when I cut off the hair from all her Madam Alexander dolls, undressed them so they didn’t wear panties to sleep, and ruined numerous of her stuffed animals. I was the horrible little pest sister who went on dates, tattled if she came in late (although I’m sure Daddy heard the door open. I could never get away being late either!)
I wanted to be as beautiful and smart and so sophisticated like her . She was a great role model for me growing up, and she still is. Our lives together weren’t all flowers and rainbows. We shared some battle scars that made us stronger, braver than we thought we could be. Now we can go back and we’re doing some much needed healing.
What my sister might not realize is that she laid the foundation for the close chosen sisters I have now. I know the true meaning of friendship and love. The core group of strong women I have surrounding me have shared the joys and sorrows of my life. I’m so blessed–
Happy Birthday, Anita!!! I love you!