Sisters

My sister is everything I am not:
-a social butterfly
-Susie home maker
-mature
-independent
-a great communicator
-elegant
-motivated
-an open book
-confident
-drop dead gorgeous
-practical
-tidy
-sensational
-a tea drinker
-adventurous
-the perfect hostess

I have always loved the relationship we have because we compliment each other in so many ways but we are also wonderfully different. It is as if we are the perfect "yin and yang" to each others personalities. We are both passionate, stubborn, somewhat old fashioned, committed to leading our lives in a righteous manner, and being good to the people around us by treating them with kindness and respect. We both value family immensely; we both love folk music, hot drinks on a cold day, and good food. I know it sounds corny, but I really don't think there is anyone who understands me better. In fact, sometimes I think she knows me better than I know myself.

Of course there are certain situations we try to avoid because we know it will lead to a disagreement- cooking/baking together (both of us end up wanting to do everything because we both love to cook so much), her trying to get me to try something I odn't want to (I tend to just get more stubborn the more anyone pushes me to do something), me being the slob that I tend to be and not picking up after myself, or either of us being too critical of the other. And yet even these disagreements don't last long. Eventually (and by eventually I mean about 10 minutes) one or both of us will realize that the argument is stupid or pointless, that we enjoy life so much better when we're friends, and we quickly make up. I don't remember one single instance when we ever went to bed still angry with each other. That probably comes from the fact that my parents used to make us sit on our beds together in our shared room until we could work out our disagreements and apologize.

And the closeness and similarities we hvae seem to only grow as we mature into women. We can talk about pretty much any topic under the sun and discover that either A.) we feel the same way about it, B.) it's something we both are struggling to find the answer to (except maybe when it comes to the amount of spices to put in a certain recipe...) or C.) one of us has already figured out the problem and can help the other along.

I honestly can't, and never could, understand sisters that don't get along. It just doesn't make sense to me how that could happen. I have always felt myself truly blessed to be in the same family as my best friend and confidant. It's like having a slumber party every single moment we are together-- everything is just better in the world. I wouldn't be the same person that I am without my sister.

So, here'ss to you Beaver- I love you dearly. Thanks for being my best friend for the last 21 years, 10 months, 17 days, 23 hours, 49 minutes, and counting!!