There's something about a sister. About someone who's blood. About a shared history of going along for the ride on your parent's journey through their marriage. A journey that could be pretty crazy. And no one can vouch for that story like she can.
It's more than Barbies, riding bikes, fights over clothes & who's telling on who or who's covering for the other's bad ideas.
It's more than daring her to rip open the shower curtain on your other sister just so you can laugh.
It's more than asking your dad to take you out to a bar, only to beg him to take you home because someone ugly is hitting on you & laughing because he's mad that he has to leave already.
It's more than fake pooping in the ocean just to annoy people.
It's more than hundreds of inside jokes that continue on forever.
It's more than whether you're 2 years apart in age or 7 years apart.
It's more than whether you're away at school in college or she's moved out of state for good as an adult & you rarely see each other.
It's more than surviving the absolute worst tragedy of your life by burying your other sister.
She's your best cheerleader, your best critic & one of the funniest people you know. She's the person you're the proudest of & wish you could be more like because she's so totally cool like that. She's the person who will be mad that I'm even posting this but I can't help it.
There's this strange thing with us & more often than not we end up buying the same exact clothes. Sometimes we even buy the same clothes for each other but that's a whole other story. Or we'll end up wearing the same color & just look at each other & laugh. It's almost always the same. We think alike. Always have. We even look alike & people sometimes think we're twins, something that only makes me happy since she's much younger & hotter. I've literally had strangers yell her name at me from a distance or walk up to me & ask if I'm related to her because we look that much alike that people get confused.
She knows how close I was to our sister & she immediately worried about me before herself when she heard she passed away. But I don't think she realizes just how much I've adored her since the minute she was born & brought home from the hospital on my 7th birthday. She could never get in trouble or be told no when she was little, because I was always there to pick her up & tell her it was ok. Sometimes she still lets me pick her up & tell her it's ok even though now it's from a distance.
Last night she texted me 2 photos of 2 dresses she ordered & wanted me to pick my favorite so she could wear it in Florida this weekend. After I quit laughing, I texted her back that I picked the dress that was exactly like the one I have. Purchased from the same exact place. Only mine was green & hers was blue. So I texted her back a picture of me wearing the dress.
I love you, Marci. Thank you for a lifetime of laughs & love. You are the best.
I'll see you in Florida. And I promise I won't pack that dress, but I can't promise we won't end up wearing something else the same...