Sister

She’s all grown up

I thought I’d take my 100th post to talk about someone important to me. My sister.

I’m not going to talk about what other people’s issues have been with their family, but I’m going to talk about my relationship with my sister.  Some people don’t have the chance to have a relationship with their siblings that are truly special and I am grateful that I have such a great relationship with such a great woman.

It’s weird for me to call her a woman when I still see the child inside of her, and now she has two little lives growing inside of her.  It was weird when she got married, and now it’s even stranger to think of her as she’s about to become a mother.  I’m single and still in grad school and she’s thinking about what color to paint the baby room.

This is the sister that I would sit in front of the oven and watch cookies bake with during Christmas.  We would create a fort on her bed and act like we were orphans and had to fend for ourselves.  I would listen to anything she told me to do.  I even jumped off a trampoline and broke my arm because I trusted her so much.

She’s always going to be my big sister.

I remember screening calls from boys that would call for her, and answer the door with a baseball bat to show that I wasn’t afraid of some punk guy trying to make my sister swoon.  When I would make her angry and scream at me in the car, but then I could make her laugh with my next little joke.  I can remember time after time always trying to be the big brother for my sister who I had outgrown, but:

I’ll always be her little brother.

From baby to brudder to younger brother to bigger brother to brother to uncle; my place in her life has always changed, but she’s still my sister.  I wouldn’t trade her for anything.