Sister, Sister

I’ve only got one thing on my mind this week, so I don’t really have a choice about what I write about; it’s got to be my sister, Karen. I have four sisters, and I love each of them dearly and equally, but it just so happens KareBear and I spent the past week together. We’ve been best friends our whole lives (she’s about two years older than I am) and I don’t know who I would be without her. In just a few days she will be moving to Colorado and I don’t actually know for sure when we will be together again (besides when I drop her off at the airport)—it could be anywhere from one to six months.

The longest we have been apart is a few months, and then we knew we were only two and half hours away. So, we’re not exactly prepared for this. On the other hand, we do get along better when we are separated. For example, I call her on a regular basis just to say I wish she was here, just to go for a walk or watch a movie, or sit and do nothing with—just to be in each other’s presence. But last week, when she was home with me, we wasted a lot of the time fighting. It was mostly me, because she’s very non-confrontational and gentle in literally every way, while I have a short temper and little patience. She’s always picking out clothes for me to try and insisting I borrow a shirt of hers here and there…but if she would take any clothes from my closet (which, ahem, she did), I would say something like, “I didn’t buy it to supply it. Go change right now!” and hold that against her for the rest of the day. So, you know, maybe it’s best we stick to phone calls and short visits…

Seriously though, I love my sister more than anything. Taylor Swift has a song dedicated to her family, and she describes her little brother the same way I would describe KB: “Inside and out [s]he’s better than I am.” She’s got that refreshing simplicity, pure kindness, and a heart so big I don’t know how her little body can hold it. She’s never quick to judge and lights up any room she walks into. If you have a sister, you understand the bond that not even distance and time can weaken. So here’s to that unbreakable bond. Sisters are kind of the best, aren’t they? I know mine are.

Always, Anna