Sister, Sister

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My sister turns 22 today. (She’s the little cutie on the right with the white-blond hair, her childhood trademark.)

As I look back over our lives as sisters, I am overcome with gratitude.

She is irreplaceable to me. No one can ever know my childhood & adolescence as intimately as she does, because she lived those seasons with me. We’ve experienced a lot of happy times together. We’ve experienced a lot of trauma together.

I was a turd big sister. I was. I know that must be hard for you, the reader, to believe. She will never let me forget it. I constantly tried provoking her. I didn’t want her to be around when I was hanging out with my friends. During our parents’ divorce, I once tried convincing her to go live at the other parent’s house.

When I wasn’t busy being a turd to her, being a big sister was the most important role in my life during my elementary-aged years, besides being a student. Our dad had primary custody of us, a rare circumstance, as moms typically get primary or full custody. Spending more time with our dad meant I helped out a lot with hair, getting dressed, etc… ya know, girl stuff, the stuff dads are bad at. I also taught her how to spell my name… another important thing for her to know 😉 When I learned how to spell my name, I’d say, “Do you know how to spell my name? K-A-I-T-L-I-N!” She still remembers that vividly… I know she’s rolling her eyes, laughing, as she reads this… that’s how she tells this story to others.

I’ve known sisters who aren’t very close & I mourn the relationship they never had, because I know what it is to have a sister who is my very best friend. The sweet thing about my biological sister also being my sister in Christ is that where there is death, Jesus always brings resurrection. Through the death divorce brings a biological family, our relationship has grown closer. Through the death emotional rejection from our dad brings, our relationship has blossomed.

Our relationship is priceless.

My sister, my best friend, my roommate, my Maid of Honor… SHE is PRICELESS.

Happy birthday, Tori, ToriTurds, ToriToots, Sharky, Torti.

You are loved more than you know.

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