When I was little, I dreamed of having a sibling.  Being an only child out in the country is tough–must be why I have such a vivid imagination now.  After months (maybe years?) of wishing and hoping for someone to play with that would be MINE, it finally happened.

One evening as I was getting ready for my bath, I saw something unusual in the trash can.  I picked it up (don’t worry, it was all closed up and not nasty at all) and promptly read all the instructions on the box.  I can remember dancing around that little bathroom with the empty box in my hand, so ecstatic!

Of course, I couldn’t let my parents know that I already knew.  Not until several days later, when they sat me down to tell me the good news. 🙂

I am nine and three-quarters years’ older than Mallory.  (Ancient in her eyes, I’m sure.)  I sometimes feel like a second mother, when I’m nagging helping her with life, in general.

She was my Junior Maid of Honor in my wedding, responsible for carrying Justin’s ring, and she cried during the entire ceremony.  She wasn’t ready for me to get married and move away. (Although she did move into my old room suspiciously quickly….)

I often tell her that she is SO VERY lucky God blessed her with such an awesome big sister, but the truth is, we are both extremely fortunate to have each other.  I have her back and she has mine.  She has seen my best, and my worst, and loves me anyways.

How do people make it through life without a sister?