Today is the celebration of that day 34 years ago when I
became a big sister. One of the biggest and most important days of my life. It
changed my world forever.
I was so delighted when you arrived – you were much better
than my two dolls named “Katy” and “Kate”. (Mmh…wonder where those names came
from?) For, in time, you could play along beside me. Ride bikes, dance in the
rain, take care of our little doll families, defend our back yard from pirates.
We didn’t always like the same games…and we didn’t always get along. But we’re
sisters – and became best friends.
It once dawned on me when studying siblings in the Bible
that brothers and sisters can bring the best times into your life – but they
can also hurt you more than anyone else in the world. Often it isn’t
intentional. Sisters are not identical, even twins. We had different interests,
different gifts, different activities. You were the bluebird – I was the
sparrow. Taking different roads was just bound to happen, but it hurt worse
than anything I’ve ever felt.
Even today our paths are different. As ever, you continue to
be musical and artistic, friendly with days of full of activity. I still covet
moments of quiet with my book and my jobs will always have more spreadsheets
than color. You chase around two little boys, one who puts toys in order before
they are played with and sleeps buried under all the blankets (now who does
that remind you of?) I have a little girl who kicks every blanket off so
sometimes I’m up 3 or 4 times a night to cover her back up and oohs and aahs at
frilly dresses, colorful flowers and nearly every aisle in Michaels. (Did we
get our kids mixed up somehow?) Difference ever abound…
And yet, we will ever be sisters. We will ever know things
no one else around us knows. We will laugh at inside jokes and beat the crowd
at Catch Phrase because, sometimes,
we just know what the other is thinking. And my life will ever be richer and
better because of you.
Happy Birthday, Katey!
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