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.
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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.
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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.
Other posts featuring my one and only sister Anna:
Muddy Buddy Champs
RE/PROM
Why I'm Not a Nurse
Bringing Christmas Cheer
You're not supposed to make people cry on their birthday. :) That's the best present I could ask for. Thanks, lil Brock. :)
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Anna
Yeah!!!! :) Sisters are the best. Sweet letter Katie, I might have shed a tear. And Anna...I know you're 29!!!! Here's to the count down!
ReplyDeleteI agree Anna--I shouldn't be shedding a tear on your birthday...how utterly sweet Katie.
ReplyDeleteI am so blessed that you 2 are good friends and continue to remain so. Thanks for doing the work to maintain and grow your friendship.
I luv you both more than I can say.
Katie,
ReplyDeleteDitto to all of the above. You two are truly similar yet equally different women whom one could only aspire to personally know. Thanks for a little insight into your sisterhood and for the raw humility and gratitude towards Anna!
You and Anna both served as incredible examples growing up in the UK.
And on a completely separate note - holy crap do I ever see Kate in a younger Anna.
Ashleigh
This was such a sweet post! Makes me want to call my little sis! Nice job Katie. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the birthday love for Anna everyone! She really is the best big sister ever - and she's not for sale!
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