My dear little sisters,
There’s something I must tell you. We say it all the time in passing, or when we hang up the phone, but I want you to know how much meaning there is behind the words. I love you. I love you immeasurably.
All I ever wanted was a sister and though I had to wait five years, and then five more, I won the lottery and got not one but two sisters of my very own.
I’ll never forget the days you were born. I beamed with pride as if I had brought you into the world myself. I have always been one of your fiercest protectors. No bully ever stood a chance. And I couldn’t bear when a guy didn’t treat you right.
Being your big sister prepared me in so many ways for having children of my own. I got to practice changing diapers, giving bottles and pushing strollers. It was really nice to have some idea of what to expect, although you didn’t have to do such a good job prepping me for tantrums and meltdowns.
I've known you for your entire lives. I got to give you advice and rides. I got a front-row seat to the best show ever, watching you both become strong, independent women. While the credit for that rests squarely on your shoulders, I can’t help but continue to beam with pride.
Sisterhood is a special bond, one that can withstand any distance and any length of time.
You gals didn’t just teach me how to be a good mom, you taught me how to be a good person. You taught me how to loosen up, how to have fun and how to pull off a high-waisted skinny jean. You taught me about loyalty and unconditional love.
Now that I have my own kids, I know I can count on your help. You are both such wonderful aunts and two of my biggest encouragers, always reminding me that I’m doing a good job. When I’m at my wits' end or worried sick, you’re the first people I call. I know I can share my parenting struggles with you and get judgment-free support. You're always there with a coffee or a glass of wine when I need it most. And that's better than any therapy.
You were once my kid sisters, but now you are my best friends.
I’m not sure anyone knows me as well as you do. We’ve been through so much together—from heartache and drama to bad makeup choices and countless firsts. No one else understands how it was to grow up in our crazy, tight-knit family. We forged our love over intense shared experiences including, but not limited to, unending choreographed dances and Barbie fashion shows. We love each other, warts and all.
Sisterhood is a special bond, one that can withstand any distance and any length of time. College years and disparate ages have, at times, taken us in different directions, but love of family will always be our true north.
It’s not that we always get along, but we are always quick to forgive. At the end of the day, we always have each others’ backs. And always will.
I want you to know today and every day that I love you with every fiber of my being. Thank you for everything.