So……It’s Sisters Day.
I had no idea until I was scrolling through the feed on Facebook instead of folding my laundry that was on its second round of drying (to smooth the wrinkles that formed when I didn’t get the load out yesterday).
Sisters Day is the first Sunday of August. I never knew. And because I’ll probably forget this fun fact before the next Sisters Day comes around, there are a few things I guess I should say.
To my sisters,
You were my first best friend. And now decades later, with hundreds of miles between us, you’re both still my best friend.
I’m sorry for borrowing your clothes without asking (and sometimes ruining them like the time I burned a hole in your suede vest).
I forgive you too, for things like taking credit for nick-naming our first nephew Rufus when you know good and well that I came up with that name. I forgive you for throwing a chair at me when I wouldn’t let you out of the room and also for the time when we were little and you wouldn’t let me sleep with you and I got stung by a stinging scorpion because I was crying on the floor.
I think it’s cool how we know each other’s looks (even though sometimes your look means “What are you thinking wearing that get-up?”) There’s also the look that tells me “Yep. You’ve lost it…” when you witness me overreacting with one of my kids. You know my looks too like the one I make when I’m thinking about laughing at something I think you said wrong.
I wish we lived closer to each other.
I take comfort in knowing I can tell you anything. Thanks for answering my lengthy texts and for staying on the phone with me when I’m down. Thanks for keeping secrets and trusting me with yours.
Looking back, I think it’s cool the way we shared our birthday parties (since our birthday was two days apart).
Thanks for being our life-sized doll when we wanted to put your bangs in high ponytails and stretch out your ears because we thought it looked funny. Thanks for dancing “the Chinka” for our friends and making them laugh.
I think you’re brave.
Thanks for making me an aunt. My heart is full of love and bursting with pride for every niece and nephew.
Thanks for French-braiding my hair over and over even though I’d complain that you pulled too tight EVERY TIME.
Sorry for those times I burned you with the curling iron.
The way you call me “dork” is kind of like a term of endearment.
My fond memories are too many to count like the times we’d pretend to put makeup on each other using just our fingers and a little imagination.
I love thinking back to the times you would pretend to be “Jo” from Little Women or the cowardly lion from “The Wizard of Oz”. You were always good for a performance.
Thanks for giving me awesome brother-in-laws who I call my friends too.
The older we get the more I think resemble mom in both how we look and how we act.
Thanks for being an awesome aunt to my kids.
I skipped my Sunday nap to write this and almost got overheated in the garage looking for pictures of us (Which by the way are too few).
I’m glad you’re my sister even though I’m always too busy talking with you about what’s going on in our lives to actually say it. Surely you know.
Even though it sounds hokey, know that I love you always.
Happy Sisters Day.