Growing up we learned to share everything from barbies to clothes to friends. And if I’m going to be honest, we absolutely hated the idea of sharing anything. But somewhere along the line, something changed, we changed.

Each season of life we have gone through together or apart, have shaped us into the best of friends we are today. No, it wasn’t always this way, we've endured hardship, hit bumps in the road. But though there were storms we weathered, the clouds would clear and somehow you would always be standing right beside me holding out your hand to me. Disagreements would always end with us on the floor laughing until we were crying. The days where I couldn’t find my own strength, you found enough for both of us.

You became so much more than a sister to me. You became my best friend, my greatest confidant, my biggest rival and my number one supporter. I remember the talks we had about our hopes and dreams for the future. How we made a pact to never let anything come between us, and to this day despite a few hiccups, we still hold true to that.

The small stupid arguments we used to have about whose turn it was to control the car radio. Whose side of the bathroom mirror was whose or whose turn it was to wear the new shirt mom got for us to share. All of those were small, frustrating, fleeting moments that we will never get back, but I wouldn’t change any of them for the world.

Throughout the years we’ve changed everything from our haircuts, to hair colors, to clothing styles, to schools, to friends. But through all of this change, though all of the uncertainty that this life has given. Your love has stayed the same, something I could rely on. In the hardest times of my life, your tender heart has helped to comfort me.

So many times I stop and wonder how I got so lucky to have you as my sister. I could never deserve such a blessing, but that is one of the cool things about God, he gives us blessings that we could never begin to deserve. Thank you for never giving up on me, for setting me straight when I need it, and for loving me despite the times I’ve hurt you.

My prayer for you is that you never stop pursuing your dreams. That one day, you will marry a man that loves you, but loves Jesus more. That one day, you will be the wife and mother that God has called you to be.

My hope for you is that when you look in mirror you are proud of the person looking back at you. That you would live your life worthy of the calling God has placed on it.

Sweet sister, I hope you know that you are remarkable,beautiful, and loved.