Thank Goodness for Little Sisters

23 years ago today I became a big sister. I was five years old and exceedingly happy to welcome this little bundle of joy into my life.

That was, of course, until I realized that my parents were going to pay attention to her when they should be paying attention to me. So I did what all reasonable five year olds do when they realize that the new tiny baby has taken over the stage. I bit her. After my parents got over being concerned that their oldest child was a sociopath and determined that I was, in fact, just jealous of the attention, things got better.

And my little sister and I grew to be the best of friends. The kind of best friends that only sisters can be. The kind where you can be fighting and screaming one minute and then professing your undying love and loyalty the next.

We had amazing times together - playing dress up, having pillow fights (seriously!), performing magnificent duets in front of the bathroom mirror, giggling incessantly (and by giggling, I mean laughing until you can't breath and you're squatting on the floor for fear that you're going to pee in your pants before you can get to the bathroom). No one can make me giggle like her.

Don't get me wrong - we've had our fights. We have our disagreements. We can both get snippy sometimes. But there's no one I'd rather have as my little sister. She's one of the most amazing women I know, and I'm proud to call her my friend.

Happy Birthday Little Sis!