My sister is one of the strongest, funniest, sassiest, beautiful women you will ever meet. She is goofy, and fun and tries makes everyone have a good time. She hates awkward moments and will try to make a joke and make the moment more lighthearted.
I lived with her for almost 22 years and she has been where I’ve been, and seen me at my worst and yet still chooses to love me.
We have a million inside jokes and we could be fighting one minute and laughing the next. We can’t be mad at each long though, because we have important stuff to tell each other. We could have been in the worst, “knock out, drag out” fight and if someone hurt her I would have pummeled them. (I once told a boy who hurt her, that “I would run him over with my car if he tried to talk to her again”.)
She and I have this connection that I can look across the room and know exactly what she is thinking just by a look. We have our own language and we understand what the other one is saying when we say, “you know, the thing, that’s in that drawer next to the thing.”
We tend to get into giggle fits with each other and when people ask, “what’s so funny?”, we usually answer with “I don’t know!”. We are aware of how obnoxious we can be when we are together, but we don’t care if people are bothered.
The best advice that our Momma and Daddy gave us when we were growing up was to “Be nice to your sister. She will be there when others are not.” I have gone running to my sister when I needed an ear to listen.
I’ve learned so much from sister. I’ve learned that you can be strong while going through some of the hardest things in life. I watched her get out of an abusive relationship and the strength that she had was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.
I’ve seen her live on her own and tackle house repairs and maintenance all on her own. All the while still being her true funny self saying, “I did boy things!”. She had the strength to “try again” and I’ve seen her find the sweetest man who makes her dreams come true, and make her the happiest I’ve ever seen.
She loves my girls so fiercely, as if they were her own. When they’ve gone to her to talk about their day, she gives advice to them and then does what any “aunt-mom” would do, she questions herself if she gave the right advice. Her love of them is unconditional.
We wouldn’t be the people we are today, without loving her or being loved by her. She has an enormous will and an enormous heart, an enormous capacity for survival.
I had the greatest friend when I was a kid, and got to keep her for the rest of my life.
Cowles Farm 