My Sister

Today I took of work to help my sister pack.  There was way more lounging, talking and laughing then actual packing, but what does that matter.  It was really nice to have more than 24 hours, without my kids, to spend with my sister.  We are both busy and we don't get to see each other a lot. We were not always close.  She reminds me (often) of how I would tickle her in order for the cat to attack her or how I taught her how to cuss in order to get her in trouble.  I'm sure I did that and way worse.  I remember making my mother a picture saying "I hope it's a gril" (spelling was never my one of my talents).  I also remember when she came home from the hospital nurses had to come to the house for the first part of her life.  She used to scream so loud you could hear it outside when she was getting an IV.  I was not allowed to watch a PG-13 movie on my 13th birthday, but my mom got her Titanic(PG-13) for her 12th birthday... not that I hold a grudge.  I know that it's different with your second child.  I know that will be an issue with mine, since they are so close together.

I love that, even though we were not that close when we were younger, we are now.  I know I get on her nerves when I try to give her advice(and probably many other times), but I hope she knows it's because I care.  I hope she knows how proud I am because she is following her dream.  She is beautiful, funny, talented, smart and crazy a lot of times.  She is strong in so many ways, and I know she can do anything she puts her mind to.  I hope she knows that, even though I give her flack for asking my mom for help all the time, I'm glad she has her to fall back on.  We have very different relationships with our mom, but she is there for both of us no matter what.  I am lucky that my mom met and later married the person I get to call dad.  They had a "gril" a few years later and almost 22 years later, that "gril" is one of my best friends.