I remember the first time I gave you a "makeover" and shaved your eyebrow off because I was mad at you. And the time we got boxing gloves for Christmas and I knocked your front tooth out. I will never forget the time I "pants" you in front of the entire class at our old daycare. These are some of my fondest earliest memories, but I'm sure your memory is vastly different from mine.
The truth is, I wouldn't want anyone else to clash with. I only pick on you because I love you. It's a funny way of showing it I know. But I hope you remember all the times I did my best to guide you through this crazy life as well.
If I didn't have you watching me, looking up to me, following in my footsteps, I don't know how if I would be where I am today. Because of you I strive to be a better person. I hope you are as proud of me as I am of you.
Through the years of you tormenting my boyfriends, me stealing your makeup (because even though you're younger, you're still better at it than me), the random dance parties until two in the morning, the long car rides when we were bored, and tormenting our little brother, I realized that there isn't anyone better to go through life with.
You're my best friend. You're there for me when there isn't anyone else. You understand me because we grew up with the same family drama. You're there to make me laugh even when I don't feel like smiling, and you're the very best to tell all of my secrets to. I'm sorry it took me almost 17 years to figure that out. Thank you for the love and support, and for the millions of fights we have left to look forward to.
I hope you know you've always been number one in my life and that will never change. Even now that we have another sister to love. I'm sorry I never told you just how grateful and blessed I am to be your sister. Thanks for being you.
Love, your big sis