20 years of sisterhood.

My Mom is always reminding me how excited my brother and I were the day my sister was born (I try to remember that on the days I want to strangle her, ha… Oh I kid). I was seven years old and our brother was nine years old when my sister Danielle came long. We still want to strangle each other sometimes but 20 years later, I’m still glad she was born (even though she made me the middle child)… Ha!!

God could not have put two people who are more different to be sisters. That has caused us to be butt heads a lot. Words have been said that I wish I could have taken back. I’ve talked when I should have listened more. I’ve judged when it wasn’t my place. I haven’t always been the best sister. But at the end of the day there’s nothing we wouldn’t do for each other.

We’ve fought fiercely and we’ve loved fiercely.

We are night and day but yet our differences are where we draw our strengths from one another. There is no other person that can make me want to strangle her one minute and can make me laugh like no other in the next. I only feel comfortable saying that because I know she’d say the exact same thing about me, ha.

Danielle, for 20 years God has allowed us to be sisters. It’s been filled with ups and downs, tears and laughter. I wouldn’t trade those 20 years for anything. The ups far outweigh the downs. I consider it one of my greatest joys to be your sister.

I love you so very much. Happy 20th birthday!!!