Dear Children,
Yes, I am calling you children because you don't respond to anything else....not even your legal names. Anyways, I am writing you guys (yes it's plural because there are two of you and one of me) to tell you how much I love you even though you drive me crazy to the point I consider selling you on craigslist. This one is for you guys, for 18 years of pure torture.
Lets go back in time 11 years. I was 7 years old when you, Mia, came into my life and I wasn't an only child anymore. I was so excited to finally be a big sister. We were going to play dress up and bake cookies and do all the typical sister stuff. I will admit that I was a little jealous that you were getting all the attention but I didn't care because you were cute. Once you started talking and walking I didn't think that you were all that cute anymore (I'm kidding, you were super cute and still are). We've had our up's and down's, our share of yelling matches, fist fights, toy fights, fights over absolutely nothing, but through all of that I am still excited to be a big sister, YOUR big sister. You're now 11 years old and in the 6th grade and you have became an amazing person. I just wish you would stay out of my closet.
Fast forward to 2008, Mia and I weren't the dynamic duo anymore. Here comes the boy of the household Joey. Mia was more excited that you were here Joey than I was. Well I take that back I was excited, but now I was outnumbered. Joey, I'm not going to lie, you were a big baby. Mia and I even thought you were the favorite of the household. You were so smart and picked up on things that Mia and I did quickly. You're a lefty which is weird because everyone else in the family is right handed. But being left handed is a good thing because you have a killer throw in baseball. You like crafting, which is kind of a big problem because you leave your craft items all through the house. But crafting gave you an usual nickname that stuck..."Crafty Carlos". You're 9 years old reading this and even though your crafts drive me crazy, temper tantrums make me want to squish you, and your throw hurts like hell, I'm still glad to be your big sister.
I know we fight a lot now and it drives mommy up a wall, but in all honesty it's what siblings do...well maybe not as much as we do but that's not the point. The point is, I'm 18 and I don't spend as much time with you as I should and I deeply apologize for it. I do know that I am going to start hanging out with you more because you deserve it. We've been through some rough stuff with each other and through those times my worst fear was losing the two people I love more than life itself. Yes sometimes I get in bad moods and it may seem like I don't love you but trust me, I love you guys so much. It sucks that you're growing up right before my eyes, but I get to see how wonderful and amazing you two are throughout everything you do.
I may say I hate you, but you know it's not true.
I love you more than life,
Maggie.
