Sister Friend

My little sister turns 14 today.

I remember when you were born, Sara. I remember before you were born. I wanted to name you "Barbie." Dad wouldn't let us. He's a spoil sport. You would have been a beautiful Barbie. You are a beautiful Sara.

I was so excited to have a little sister, I was tired of little brothers by that point in my seven year life. When you got a little bigger, Mom would let you fall asleep in bed with me, then move you to your crib.  I never remember her moving you, but you were never there when I woke up. I was convinced we would be able to play together all of the time. You spent an awful lot of time asleep.

When you got older, you became more of a pain to me than anything else. You never helped clean our room, you were always bugging my friends and me when they came over, you were always taking my stuff. You had become the annoying little sister.

But now, my sister, you are my friend. I've been away from home for the majority of three years, and when I come home, I love spending time with you. Yes, you still steal my stuff and you get a little annoying sometimes, but mostly you have become my friend.

I can't wait to see where the years take us. There is a lot of growing for both of us to do in the next years, and I'm excited to see how we grow closer as we grow older. I am proud of who you are and who you will become.

I love you, Sissy. And hope you have a great 14th birthday. I'll see you in about a month. <3

Until next time, give someone some love.