First of all, I know there are a ton of these letters out there, but there’s only one you so this one's extra special.

So, we used to fight, we used to fight A LOT. But I look back on those days and laugh and I know you do, too, because now we can’t stay mad at each other for more than 30 minutes. When we were young, fighting and pouting, not looking at each other, staring in opposite directions with our arms crossed, Mom would always say, "One day you’ll be each other's best friends." At the time we’d probably mumbled something under our breaths and waved her off, but man, was she right.

I guess you could say we’ve come a long way from those days: the days of bunk beds, the days where I’d sleep in your bed because of a nightmare or vice versa and the days of matching outfits (dare I mention those snazzy skorts?).

Everyone has that person in their life that, no matter what comes out of their mouth, you can’t help but think it’s hilarious. You are that person for me. I know that this will inflate your ego a little bit, but you have an effortless sense of humor. You’ve had it since you were little and sassy and getting us both into trouble. Now, you’re still the funniest person I know, just with a little more enhanced vocabulary.

I would like to thank you for that and for always having my back. I can always count on you to be on my side (even when I’m wrong) and cheering for me (even when I’m losing). You have such a big heart and I’m very happy to hold a part of it.

I’m happy to say we do all the cliché sisterly things together: Yell about boys to each other, watch sappy movies, eat A LOT, all that jazz. I realize that though, yes, we are right out of a sitcom sometimes, it doesn’t really matter what we’re doing together. We could be shoveling snow outside and we’d still probably end up crying with laughter.

I don’t want to be sappy, because you’re right down the hall, so what I really want to say in this letter is, I’m proud of us. We’re a pretty cool team, me and you. Let’s face it: there is no one I’d rather spend long drives with, that’s for sure, no better dancer, no one I’d rather scream/sing lyrics with than you. Sure, you have your quirks: maybe you sing in the shower, you talk in your sleep, you can’t remember lyrics, but let me tell you, I wouldn’t want to go a day without them.

I love you to pieces lil' sis and I’ve got your back. [Insert handshake here.]