Twenty-two years ago today, my wonderful sister Kristen was born. Now, I wasn't there to witness the event, being as she's basically three years older than I, but I'm sure she was a beautiful baby (I've seen pictures, she was). I remember a things from our younger years. I remember hosting our own "T.V. shows" and running races around the house during rainstorms. I remember the cardboard boxes we turned into cars and "fishing" for leaves and the chipmunks! Oz Oz Oz... Eyeballs! I remember sharing a bedroom and waking her up in the middle of the night just to say, "Kristen, are you awake?" because I was scared of the dark. I also remember that annoying her! I remember getting into fights about dumb things that we thought were justified, but they weren't. I remember Dad making us count up the days until she left for college so we'd realize that things were about to change for ever. I remember her leaving for school and then leaving the country to share Christ's love in a dramatic way. I remember going to visit her while she was in Ukraine and being amazed at the work Christ was doing there through her. I remember being very proud of her -- I still am.
My sister turned twenty-two today. Even though she's only two hours away I miss her! I miss having her on my side of the phone and being able to give her a hug... yes, to give her a hug... or sit on top of her! Soon she's getting married to a guy that comes as close to being perfect for her as any man could be, and then after awhile he's going to whisk her away out of the country again. I'll miss her then, too. It makes me wish I would have listened to my dad more when he told us to pay attention to the great thing we had right there in front of us. He's a smart guy. Most of all, though, through all the great memories and the bad memories and the sad memories, there's been love. I've loved her while we were chasing pigs, and while I was about to pull my hair out because she wouldn't just let me borrow a shirt, and I love her now when I miss her a lot. My sister's great, and I'm glad she was born.
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Aww... you have to be the sweetest younger sister anyone could have. I wish my younger sister would say things like that about me. ;) I love you Laura, and might write more after I get done with writing about Einstein's stupid brain and how a brain is like a computer (though I think our brains work much better than stupid computers.) Love you!
I wish I had a sister too...but in a strange and wonderful way, all my girlfriends are my sisters (I know, that's so corney, but deal with it). Laura and Gretchen and Alison, and Kristin, and Jennifer, and Carrie, and so many others who have made their home in my home. I am so grateful that I have friends like that, and I know that my brother, though he sometimes denies it, really thinks and cares a lot about all of my best gal pals!
Sisters are definitely a work of wonder. But, alas, I only have a brother, who, by the way, is becoming better. I want to be my brother's good friend, and I think that this is slowly happening.
Thank God for families! YAY!!
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