Having siblings is such a blessing. I know that sometimes it doesn't always work out smoothly, but when it does, it's absolutely fantastic.

When you're young, it's about taking toys and ownership of food. Siblings steal and pull your hair when things were stolen because justice must prevail. My sister was sneaky about it. If she took anything that was mine, I wouldn't know about it until the next day. She had a strategy. I was the one who was upfront about it. If I wanted something that was hers, I just flat-out snatched it away from her.

Not only that, siblings know you inside and out. They know what your dark side looks like. They've watched you boil in anger after someone offends you and they've witnessed a couple of your hissy fits. We all have them at some point.

My sister's eyes would grow big when that happened. She would step away slowly and try to avoid eye contact. I did the same with her. We knew each other so well.

There's a sweet connection between sisters that happens one day when they finally realize the friendship growing amid the raised voices, long nights, braiding hair, and therapeutic conversations. I realized it when I was a teenager. I remember she was gone for a few weeks working at a summer camp and I was at home alone. I noticed there was no one to hum with me while I brushed my teeth. No one to laugh with me when I tripped on the bottom stair in the staircase.

Ever since then, I've been thankful for our friendship.

Siblings understand who you are on a whole new level. They were there with you through the trial; Struggles that shaped you probably shaped them too. There's an unmatched bond between two sisters (or between any siblings). Even after fighting, you can't help but ask them to hang out later. Suddenly the tension is gone and you are back to laughing again.

I'm glad my sister is in my life and I can only hope that other sisters connect in the same way.

When you can call them at two in the morning crying about your best friend who stabbed you in the back, when you can make a face and they know exactly what you mean, when you can know just by the tone of their voice that somethings wrong --

That is the incredible art of sisterhood.