Sisters

This is Stephanie.

You might remember her.

If not, I will offer you this: she is my sister

How old do you think she is? Take a guess...

okay she is four years younger than me... yes four.

and why am I sharing all of this with you? Because I think she is fabulous. Yes she has a significant dose of crazy in her (see above) but part of me (a big part at times) wishes that I could do what she does, that I would have the guts to first of all buy those tights and second of all actually wear them in public on a non-halloween day (okay this outfit was for a lady gaga concert so perhaps it is not so dissimilar to Halloween). In truth, we are quite the opposite but I like to think that in recent years we have become more similar in ways. She was always the outgoing one, the look what I can do one, the star of the majority of our family pictures growing up one where as I was the more reserved one, the let's live by the rules one, the cough... practical one.

I look at how our relationship has evolved and wonder at Isla and Alice. They seem so close already. Their age gap is four minutes, not four years. Even though they mostly play parallel these days rather then together, I see the devotion on a daily basis. The most recent evidence being Alice, desperately climbing the stairs and rushing to their bedroom door. Her sister is fast asleep inside and she wants in. But she cannot go in because she is sort of giving up her morning nap and Isla, well she worships the sleep. Alice fell off the ottoman this morning, Isla kissed her better. It is crazy to me to wrap my head around their relationship and what they will be to each other as they grow up. I suppose I should just give up now and sit back and watch.

but it is crazy to me, to be born with a built in best friend.

do you have a sister?

happy almost friday!