Growing up I always felt like I was in competition with my younger sister. She was continuously catching up to me; in height, school, sports and life. Growing up, I gave my sister a very hard time, harder than I ever wish I had. I've never told her how much I regret the cruelty of my pubescent years, so here it is.

I love you.

Thank you for being me, only three years younger. We may not be the exact same person and I am so beyond okay with that. I have siblings who are like me, but we are the perfect opposites. You are caring, independent, warm, so confident, beautiful and expressive. You are creative and artistic. You are everything I would ever want for myself.

I am sorry that I was always picking on you and yelling at you for copying me. The truth is, I was fearful that you would be better than me. I envied your passion. You were always the beautiful one to me; you wore my clothes better than I could and that angered me so much. I gave you such a hard time and now, I'm not sure why. I would give you those cute pair of shorts one hundred times over.

I am sorry I always chose the channel, even when I knew you wanted the other show. Sometimes I did it just to show my power of age. I'm rude. Sorry. I'm sorry I always made fun of your hair, honestly it's way prettier than mine and I'm jealous. I am sorry that I gave you a hard time about your friends and boyfriends. They were great people, I just had to make sure they were good enough for you. I'm sorry for telling mom and dad anytime you did one little thing wrong. I always wished I was the favorite.

I'm sorry for always interrupting your stories at the dinner table. I wanted attention and was convinced mine were better. I am sorry I was always so convinced that I knew what was best for you. Obviously, you turned out great even when you didn't listen to me.

We had the best childhood, except for the times I knew you were mad at me for being mean to you. (By the way, when we practiced golf, you were always better than me, and I always took a few strokes off. Never could I ever let my little sister beat me). You are me, but a better version. With our childhood turning into adulthood, I can't tell you how thrilled I am that we are getting so close. You are one of the funniest people I know. You are weird and hilarious and are confident in your jokes, which is something so valuable. You are a very confident young woman and I hope you learned some of that from me. Most of all, you are my little sister and I love you to death.