Tomorrow my sister will be the big 4-0. Lucky for her and me, our parents age very well so she doesn't look like what people assume "40" should look like. Thanks to her I have many more horror stories to share. When she was born I got the title of "Big Sister". I will admit I wasn't completely gung ho about having her, but as we have aged she has become one of my besties. We have known heartache, we are dealing with grief, we have punched idiots, and we have embraced the ladies we are today. We have had out up and downs in our relationship. At one point we didn't communicate for a few years, which was really hard on our parents. But, I'm quite stubborn, and if I think something, it takes an act of Congress to change my thinking. I also hold grudges, but this isn't about me. This is my "love blog" to her. Yes, I know, I can sing, but I cannot write songs so this is all she gets. She'll be fine. :)
My sister came to us on an August Sunday afternoon. My Mum was convinced she was a boy and had no girl names for back up. Shocker! She wasn't a boy. But what she did have going for her was a hurricane named Debra in South Florida's horizon and bingo, Debra was her name-o. Our parents are quite imaginative, right? I mean I was supposed to be a girl so my name was picked out way before I blessed my parents with my arrival. The beauty of Moi. Anyhoo....
As we grew, I would babysit her when our parents would go out for 'date night'. I remember watching "Creature Feature" Saturday nights and being scared to walk into the kitchen, which was literally 15 steps away. hahahahah. She was an adorable toddler and when she was 2ish she had these two terry cloth "babe-in-suits" that's what she called them, that were white and pink. On the booty was either a sailboat or a fish. Fricking cute as she could be. She had blondish brown hair and a killer tan and even at 2 had a sassy walk. I remember Mum commenting that she was going to be 'something' when she got bigger. Mum was no dummy. Deb turned out to be quite the 'something'.
Debra is not only intelligent, humorous, generous, considerate, loving, fashionista and all round "it" girl, she is my sister. I have other friends I consider 'sisters' but she is my only blood sister. And I am one lucky Princess to have been blessed with her in my life. She had made me a kinder, gentler, more loving person and I wouldn't be half the woman I am today, if not for her. I love you and I am proud to call you my sister as well as my friend. Kissy.
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