Growing up in a house with three sisters, a mom, a dad, and zero pets just calls for crazy. The amount of times that my name was screwed up is limitless. My clothes went missing on a daily basis, the screaming battles were louder than a rock concert, and the race up the stairs to get to the shower first were probably the fastest I have ever run in my entire life. The amount of band concerts, choir concerts, gymnastics meets, volleyball games, soccer games, and any other kind of events you can imagine, I probably sat through them all. But, I don't think I would ever want to miss any events because at my dance competitions, pom performances, soccer games, and choir concerts I knew I could look out on the sidelines or in the audience and I would see my sisters either looking pissed to be there, making funny faces, or screaming my name obnoxiously.

Although having sisters is extremely exhausting, I don't think I can imagine having brothers. Sure, every girl wants that protective big brother, but trust me, you get that with a big sister and you become that big brother figure to your little sisters. My sisters and I combined have probably gotten in the same amount of fights as brothers do. The ER visits are way more than you would ever think, and the punching, kicking, and biting happens with us on a daily basis. I totally think sisters are more petty because if they even breathe on you in the wrong way you go running to mom and dad. We could turn the smallest things into a fight just because we could.

Having sisters means always wanting to know every single bit of their business, whether it's if they have a boyfriend, what mom and dad are yelling at them for, or if they brushed their teeth this morning. When it comes to boyfriends, the constant threat of cutting off a penis if he hurts you, is taken very seriously. Also, spying is the funniest shit we can do to each other. If a boy is over you can bet your ass that one of us is sitting on the basement stairs cock blocking and being annoying as ever. And in the end, you'll either thank them for spying or you'll be mad for a solid twenty min and then you'll get over yourself.

Growing up with three sisters meant that I got to live with my best friends, my enemies, and my partners in crime. Although college has drifted us apart, they still laugh at all of the stupid stuff I do when I am away and when I am home. We try so hard to keep a snapchat streak just because we can. And even though we are hundreds of miles apart, they still know my business. The drunk calls and texts happen way more than they probably should but you can't do anything but pick up the phone when you see it's one of your sisters.

So as I sit here and write this, all I can think of is how mad I get knowing my two little sisters are sitting at home with access to everything in my room. But I am laughing cause I am wearing one of my big sisters shirts that she probably has no idea that I took. I think of all of the laughs and tears that we have all shared, the punches that have been thrown, the bruises, and the blood that we have all given and drawn from one another.

But my sisters and I have a relationship that I cannot put into words, and I don't think that anyone can understand it. So bless my parents for raising four goofballs all two years apart, that have grown up to become even more high maintenance, loud, and annoying as ever. I love each and every one of my sisters in her own way. Each of them are beautiful on the inside and out, and they all have their own talents that I wish I could have just because I envy them so much. None of us are the same, but none of us are that different either. We all share the same love for music, our faith, a good laugh, sports, and every member in our family. I cannot imagine my life without them. Because who else would I scream at one second, and then try and attack with hugs the next? My three sisters are the absolute best thing to ever happen to me, and I thank God every day for blessing me with the obnoxious assholes (sorry mom) that I get to call MY sisters.