My little sister.
Well, okay, technically she's not little. She's almost thirty. And if you listen to her, which I don't about this, she's enormously pregnant and therefore not little.
But she's my girl. She'll always be my girl.
She and I had a fairly typical I-hate-you-and-I-wish-you'd-die-even-though-you're-the-best-I-got relationship growing up. Forced to share a room and be dressed alike, even though I was two years older, I resented her for being far cuter than I was. Mainly because we would go sell Girl Scout cookies together and all the people would be like, "Oh! She's so cute!" and buy ten boxes off of her and none off of me. She resented me for existing and probably two hundred other reasons. I'm sure I am not easy to live with.
At some point in our lives, and I'm not even sure when, we saw past our differences and realized, mutually, "Good Lord. These people surrounding us are insane." We bonded. And now we are friends.
Also, especially wonderful? Our kids are best friends.
We do feed those boys, by the way. Honestly.
We are really blessed. Both of us. Because we have great kids. We are both able to give our kids a lot more than we ever had. Our kids adore each other.
And we have each other.
I don't see my sister very often. Not nearly enough in fact. She's the funniest person alive. She makes me laugh every single time I talk to her. She's the smartest, bravest person I know.
Growing up, I never saw my sister as a mother, even though she's great with kids. But honestly, I've never seen anyone with such a natural ability to be a mother. Whereas I was just sort of dazed and confused and perplexed by my children, she took hold of her little son and began to sing him a song, right there in the delivery room. And this was after a particularly difficult delivery which included her mother-in-law taking pictures of her sister-in-law who was pointing at her butt. (It's the funniest story ever, now. When she tells it I can't breathe I laugh so hard).
And she is an amazing mom. She's got mad skilz when it comes to those kids.
Her new little girl is such an amazing blessing. She's going to do a fantastic job with her.
I am so, so proud of her.
I hope she knows it.
I can't be there that day. But in my heart, I'm right there beside of you, holding your hand.