Today is my wonderful baby sister's birthday. She is 19. Wow. I cannot believe she is almost a grown up! I remember talking to her when she was in utero. I would sing her the Barney theme song and ask her when she was coming out to play. On the night of her arrival I could not wait to get my hands on her, but seeing as how she waited until almost midnight, I was left alone in the hospital waiting room with my Little Mermaid sleeping bag to ward off kidnappers while they celebrated her birth without me...*sigh*.
However, over the nexts days, weeks, months, and years I had plenty of time with her. She was my rag doll, playmate, "baby sis", and most of all best friend. I do not know what I would do without her. Some days I feel like she is all I have in the world. I know no matter how mad we get at each other, eventually we will laugh it off and be right back to where we were. She knows everything about me. She is the one who can make me sane again when I have spun out of control into another looney dimension. I thank God for the blessing he gave me when he chose her out of all the potential genetic combinations. When he placed her in my mom's belly, he knew everything I would need in a sister and friend.
This is probably going to sound insanely crazy to some of you, but humor me. When my mom found out she was pregnant with me, intially there were two heart beats--I was a twin. Well, as most of you know, I do not have a twin sister or brother for that matter, so at some point my sweet twin was lost. If you know me and my sister at all, you know that we are so much alike in many ways. Liza and I have always said that she was my twin and since she is the dramatic one (wink wink) she decided that she needed to wait a little longer to come out and requested she be taken out and put back in at a later date ( or maybe I wanted the spotlight and removed her...who knows :), hence, her being three and a half years younger than me, yet still my twin spirit. Another weird factor, from the moment she was conceived she tried to come out. Mom was on bedrest from 16 weeks on because the little diva wanted to make her grand entrance already. We all joke that she had already waited three and a half years and she was now ready to meet her twin with her own special entrance. Needless to say, I love this girl more than anything in the world! She is my heart and I do not know what I would do without her. Thank God for sisters! I love you "twin"!
So now that I have successfully made you think I am crazier than you already thought, I hope you enjoyed this post about my favorite sister. If you have a sister, hug her tight and tell her you love her!
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