Monday, November 29, 2010
She is part of me.
She knows me too well - whether I like it or not.
She understands me - again, whether I like it or not.
I hate it when she touches me with her feet.
Her nail polish is always chipped.
She makes me laugh harder than anyone in the world.
We have had some pretty incredible fights over the years.
Not many people will still hang out with you the day after such fights - but she has.
She loves raw cookie dough and used to pay me to make it for her when we were kids.
She used to collect and play with as many bugs as she could find. Ew.
Her heart is true and prodigious.
Her sense of humor is wicked.
If I ever ask her, "Does this make me look fat," she is probably the only person in the world who will give me a straight answer.
She is my sister.
She drives me insane sometimes.
But I am grateful for her every day.