Thursday, August 20, 2009
Happy Birthday Sister!
My beautiful big sister turned another year older today. I won't tell you how old she is, because we're both getting to the point where it's just not that interesting. She's older than me, which is the point here.
Anna is the quintessential big sister. She's tested every road I've ever walked down, both paved and unpaved. I started playing volleyball in middle school because she did. I took Spanish in high school because she did. I chose to attend a big college down south because...well you get the point.
She invited me to play in a soccer scrimmage with her high school team when I was just an eighth grader so I wouldn't be intimidated when I got there. She continually let me hang out with her back when 2 years really was a big age difference, which in hindsight was probably due to the fact that we moved around so much. If she wanted to have a friend before school started in the next town, I was a pretty attractive candidate.
But for all the times she could have, Anna never told me I was too little, rarely left me out and never left me behind.
Somehow I earned the reputation as the adventurous one, the child who was more outgoing, the risk-taker. But Anna broke virgin ground for me most of the way, all I had to do was take a few small steps past her.
We went to the same college, married within a year of each other and left less than a year between each of our eight babies. I'm sure there's material for psychoanalysis in that sentence, apparently I'm still scared of being left behind.
We've had our share of fights - over the light in the hallway, over whose shoes were the ones with the scuff marks - and we occasionally still tee the other off, but there's no one I'd rather have by my side through this stage of life.
Happy Birthday Sister! I love you more than a Hallmark card can say. I owe more than I care to admit to you...so consider this an admittance.