Dear Little Sis,

You are cooler than me and I’m happy about it.

I’m glad we’ve moved past that time we stuck tick tacks up each others noses. And the time you tattled on me for telling you that you get sick if you use too much shampoo (because I wanted the rest). I’m glad you’ve forgiven me and I’ve forgiven you. Because it turns out your kind of amazing. Growing up, being seven years apart had both its challenges and its rewards. We played Barbie’s, jumped on the trampoline, and fought over the last Oreo. We even shared a room and had bunk beds- the ultimate test of a relationship. But even then, we played 20 questions or watched YouTube videos until we could both fall asleep.

I still find it unfair how beautiful you are. I mean seriously; you can’t be tall, athletic, have flowing Rapunzel hair, and still be funny. Its not fair, you can’t have it all. I shan’t allow it, and yet I have to, and annoyingly enough you don’t even let it define you. On top of it all your confident, hysterical, and self aware.

Sadly, you got my hypochondria and my paranoia to stay home alone. We both have set a place in the morgue for ourselves when we have a weird pain in our ankles or see a new freckle. We both instinctively know in our bones that there is a good chance that we are already dead. Like me, you are also incapable of staying home alone. I don’t know what tae kwon doe I thought that mom was trained in and could somehow ward off any intruders (we literally never had a single intruder), but we both waited until she got home to actually go to sleep.

Being a big sister has been such a privilege and I’m thankful for it everyday. My role transitions from best friend, to bossy know it all, to fierce protector, back to sassy know it all. Regardless, even when I yell at you for snapchatting with the same frequency of breathing, or making us pick G rated movies for three billion years until you actually turned 13, or providing me with a never ending babysitting job; I am grateful for it all. Grateful for the summer nights watching one tree hill and counting the amount of car accidents and heart attacks. Grateful for when I get to see you do a weird accent or sing in public and know that I’ve rubbed off on you. Grateful for having a partner to bake and eat excessively with on snow days. And most of all grateful that I’ve had a chance to be a part of raising someone to be better than myself. You make me so proud everyday.

Xoxo,
Your Biggest Fan