Sisters...

My sister and I have not always been bffs. Especially when we were little girls because I thought she hated me. I was annoying, I am certain, because I was her little sister, three years her junior, and well, I guess that is what little sisters are. I was messy, and that was a struggle. I think she really hated that my side of the closet was a certified disaster area. We fought about it. We had to share a bed, and I was not a still, quiet sleeper, so she got tired of my tossing and turning, and at times that caused serious drama. She even hit me once over it. Can you imagine? And I got in trouble.

But she had her moments of liking me alright, I guess anyway, because there is photographic evidence of her hugging and comforting me as I cried over some such thing.

And then we grew into teens, or she did, and I followed, and that was rough, too, because I wanted to wear her clothes and be like her, and she wanted me to stop copying her every move. Soon enough, though, I was both taller and bigger, so much of her wardrobe was forbidden unto me!!! It was quite devastating to be the taller, chubbier daughter when I was three years younger and such. And my sister was the pretty one. The adorable one. The every boy loved her one.

But then she would let me borrow a shirt or listen when I cried over my "growing pains." So I guess I wasn't horrid. And when she got married, everything changed. Maybe sisterly rivalry is a real thing, but when you are no longer living in the same space and one of you is married and having babies...well, stuff changes, that's all.

But we are all grown-up now. She took me to lunch for my birthday today. We went to Rumbi's, I bought some Mary Kay from her, and we talked about her kids and jobs, and all that normal life stuff. And I realized that my sister is my friend. I suppose I've known that for a long time, now, but it never really hit me the way it did today. It makes me glad to know that we are.