Dear Annoying Little Sister,
Do you remember what it was like to grow up together? Of course you do, with all of your race cars and weird water babies. I'm sure you remember what a (lovable) brat you were, too. I particularly remember how I'd accidentally nudge you and as repayment, you'd punch me. Hard. You knew how to push my buttons better than anyone else and, you know what? I don't think that's changed. Actually, I'm hoping it never does, because I don't need anyone else that can irritate me in the way that you can.
I'll never forget all those times we had to match because that's what '90s siblings did, obviously (those matching haircuts were a good look for us). Also, thanks for helping me realize what a miraculously heavy sleeper I am, and thanks a lot for taking the play room as your own (selfish). You were always up for making blanket forts and willing to help me unleash my inner Disney Princess. And then...
I guess we started to get older. For the first time, we went to separate schools and didn't have as much time to annoy one another. We had different things after school and on the weekend. Our lives were about as different as they could be
And then I went to college.
And then, for some weird reason, the distance brought us closer. We actually wanted to talk to each other over the phone. I realized that I really, really, missed you. Like a lot. Despite our super different personalities, I really love when you call me out of nowhere to describe some weird nursing school situation that I don't understand at all. I really love when we tell each other secrets (or as Mom and Dad would say, surprises) that we don't feel comfortable telling other people. I love how scary movie marathons are a given when I'm home, even if you have class the next day. I like giving my two cents on boy and friend issues and the occasional dress when you're out shopping (without me, how dare you?).
I think the best part is that we've evolved into those friends that can go days or longer without talking and pick up right where we left off. We're comfortable with each other's personalities now (thanks for believing I'd look super cool with a sleeve tattoo. I totally agree) and no one knows how to put up with Mom and Dad like us. Not only that, but we can argue disgustingly well with each other because we both know that we're stuck together regardless. There's an honesty there that we couldn't find with anyone else, and I think that's what keeps us sane.
I want you to know how proud I am of you for working so hard towards your goals and for dealing with all the crap that comes your way. I wouldn't want to be stuck on this weird path with anyone else, and I hope you agree (because awkward, you don't have a choice).
Love,
Your Annoying Big Sister
