There's only one woman in this world who calls me her sister. She is the youngest of my three siblings and because she wasn't born until I was 16, in many ways we did not grow up together. I got married when she was 3...and at the same time, my family moved to Texas, so the bulk of her growing up years didn't include me.
I missed out.
As she became an adult, it became a little easier to make up for the time we lost and I have loved every moment. It's a little weird because we are very much alike, in so many ways. I like to think she's the younger, cuter, brassier, fun version of me.
A while back I made this list.
Because you are my sister.
I love you more than my own life.I will hold your hair back when you puke.
I will hold your child and let you sleep.
I will drive the getaway car.
I will not tell Dad. Or Mom. Or worse, Andy and Daniel.I will tell you that you are beautiful, because I know it’s true.
I will keep your secrets.I will help you hide the body.
I will bring the gun to the fight.
I will tell you if the jeans make your backside look huge.I will give you my last dollar and my last Diet Coke.
I will cry for you and with you. Both kinds of tears.
I will celebrate your happinesses and mourn your losses.I will defend you to anyone who dares to think less of you than they ought.
I will testify to your courage and your strength when you forget who you are.
I will hold your hand when it trembles and believe in you when no one else does.I will say the hard things if you need to hear them.
I will sit with you in the quiet and just be.
I will pray over you every day…even from many miles away.
I will dream for you when your way seems cluttered with just surviving today.I will share the last spoonful of coconut pie and the last bite of mom’s cole slaw.
I will spend 44 cents to send you a fifty cents off coupon.I will cry and think of you when a happy song comes on the radio.
I will forgive you for the oven and remind you of it often. No, really.I will share my 324 chicken salad sandwich recipes, and half my chicken salad sandwich.
I will always buy our drinks at Sonic. And Starbucks. And Fresh.I will always think of you when peeling shrimp.
I will love your child with every fiber of my being, because he is you.I will lift you up with the darkness threatens.
I will say the words you need to hear and swallow the ones you don’t.I will love you forever.
I will respect you even though I know you ate dirt when you were three and gave yourself a horrid haircut the day before my wedding.
I will understand when you choose to go to a baseball game on the day that I arrive in town..no, really. I will. But I will also bring it up when I need some leverage.
I will answer your texts at 1am.I will always be your sister.
I will believe in your dreams always.
I will see the woman you are becoming and be undenyably proud.
Because I am your sister.