“A [sister] is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.” -unknown
I cried a little when you left. I cried tears of joy and sadness. As I sat on the couch in front of the Christmas tree, I had a moment of realization that it’s not often that a person can come across someone who they can be their complete selves around.
I grew up with you and now fast forward nine years later. We were little fourth and fifth graders riding bikes in the cul-de-sac; we weren’t allowed to go any further. We would call each others’ house phones. We would record music videos thinking they were of such high quality. We would walk to the bus stop together, before and after school. Look at us now, we’re driving cars, past the cul-de-sac. We’re in college and heading off to college. We’re learning to live on our own terms. We’re growing up.
But what has not changed, is the good times. The weirdness and laughter we have no matter how long we seem to be apart or how far we are. Thank you for being weird and crazy after all these years.