Sistahs

I just have to say there is nothing like having sisters. There is just a special bond that you can't put into words. When I was younger I used to always borrow my older sister Melinda's clothes. It used to bug her so bad when I would raid her closet, but she just had way cooler clothes than me. I used to never get along with my little sister Libby, we were just opposites growing up -- she being 'perfect' and me so not. :) And Jessica, who by default of being the baby got picked on quite a bit by everyone older and 'wiser' -- we used to fight like cats and dogs, or maybe just cats. :) But somehow I think it all worked out in the end, somehow we made it through those younger years and now can look back and laugh and have no hard feelings. I feel that we are lucky for that, that we get along so well now, because not everyone makes it through those tough years and comes out still loving each other. I remember the last fight my older sister, Melinda and I had. I remember because we were almost too old to fight, and it had been a while since we were in the hurting each other phase. She was 19 and I was 15, she came back from college to El Paso and she did something that made me mad (which I can't remember now), and so my reaction was to kick her as hard as I could in the shin. She yelled in pain and grabbed her leg for a couple of seconds, and then she gave me this look. Every kid who has an older sibling knows this look, the one where you know your only way to survive is flight or fight. Did I mention she was way into weight lifting back then? In fact, she was way proud of those guns and they were HUGE. So anyway, I remember seeing the look on her face and I booked down the hall and ran into my room (I was in track) and shut and locked the door. I can't remember if she had chased after me, but I remember that I stayed in my room for about 2 hours, fearful that when I came out she would pummel me. Well, eventually I did come out and she was over it. I never heard a word about it again. It wasn't until very recently that I asked her why she didn't kill me for that, because that is just what older siblings do, they almost always get the last word. She told me that because we had been getting along so well for a while, that she thought about it and decided that it wasn't worth ruining our relationship that had been developing for such a short while. And so she bit it and let it pass (thankfully). I will always be grateful for her wisdom in seeing the bigger picture at the time. She opened up a new world of how sisters can get along without all the drama. It was sort of a milestone that day because her maturity helped me to grow up a little bit too -- (not that any of the girls in my family are mature by any means.) Thank goodness we got better at getting along because then we inherited an awesome sister-in-law and of course now I have even more sisters that I inherited through Dave's family -- all of them super cool. These new sisters don't know that I used to bite and scream and kick others in the shin, but I guess they know now. Anyway, I just love having sisters. There is nothing like them.