I love my sister. She was born when I was one day shy of being 3 and a half, so I've never known life without her.
Don't get me wrong; our relationship was *very* typical. She bugged me and we fought, but I can also tell you that over the last 15 years or so, she has become my best friend.
This morning, I'm just sad that she doesn't live closer. It's really hard some days to realize that for the forseeable future, she and I are stuck seeing each other only a couple of times a year. I wish that she lived close enough to me to drop by on occasion, or that I could drop by to see her.
She has given me the privilege of being an Auntie three times. That is the greatest gig in the world! I love those kids like I love my own, and it sometimes makes me sad when I think about all the daily stuff that I miss out on with them being 400+ miles away.
Thanks sis, for putting up with me even when I don't deserve it. Thanks for always being my best friend. I always loved you, even when I didn't act like it; thanks for understanding that it was just a (very) bratty teenage phase and had nothing to do with you. Thanks for still being here for me on the other side of all that junk.
Thanks for giving me Sean, Katie and Emily. I know that they test your patience and sanity sometimes, but they really are worth it. :) Thanks for allowing me to be a part of their lives.
I love you (and miss you!) very much!