I have good days
and bad days,
and mad days.
But I am trying to be grateful for just having days.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
I know not everyone is as fortunate as I am to have a good relationship with their siblings. And no, it’s not like I fell out of the womb idolizing my sister. That took at least until I was out of diapers. I think. It’s hard to remember.
But idolize my sister I do, and here are a few of the reasons why.
- Whenever there is a pet around, she narrates what it does in a goofy accent. Typically cats are Russian (I think because of the Russian Blue we had growing up), and dogs are a hybrid between Goofy and fictional “hillbilly” voice.
- When I was little, when we were at McDonald’s, she would give me the pickles off her hamburger. The day she started giving her pickles to her now-husband, I knew I was in trouble. (Don’t make that dirty, people.)
- The summer after she graduated from high school, we had just moved to a different state. Neither of us had any friends yet. And despite our 8-year difference in ages, she let me follow her around, hang out by the pool, sleep in her room, and generally pester her until she left for college.
- I love hearing her laugh. On occasions of extreme laughter, she goes into this high pitched, hysterical laugh that I think dogs find annoying. But I smile just thinking about it.
- She collects poorly translated items – usually toys -- from dollar stores. Because they are funny. My favorite is the Smart Board, which instructed you to “hold pen erectly” to write on it.
- I credit a lot of my spectacular taste in music to her. Which is not really much of a stretch, because it certainly wasn't my parents. We survived road trips with Julio Iglesias and Neil Diamond.
- She reads more than I do, and that’s saying something.
- She is a wonderful mother and has a meaningful, loving relationship with her husband.
So, she's practically perfect in every way. Like Mary Poppins. Except more awesome. And I will stop bragging now. :)