From the day you were born I have thought of you fondly.
Every girl needs a sister and I have YOU.
I know growing up I was mean at times- not including you in my play or with my friends. I know older sisters can be bossy. Sorry.
You have always been different and because of that I have admired you.
What I feared you found most fascinating. (like end times, and Revelation, and anything having do do with spiritual battle)
What I ran from you greeted.
When I buried my head in the sand like an ostrich you sought adventure.
I have always loved your curls- actually I have envied them. But they seem to me as if they are a visible sign of the person you are.
You have always been a spitfire. A bubbling, singing brook of a girl and woman. You have sass. You have fire. You have passion. You have talents quite like no one else I know. But those unique set of talents and gifts make you who you are!
There have been days I envied your freedom- to be you- to be free- to let go of inhibition which can be so imprisoning.
There have been nights when I cried for you.
There have been days when you cried and prayed with me with a wisdom beyond someone your age should have.
You have driven me crazy and made me laugh harder than anyone else on the face of the earth.
I am so thankful to call you my sister- because of having the best sister is the world I wish I could gift my daughter with a sister- like you.
But God gives sisters like you to only some girls- and I was lucky enough to be one of them.
So remember I will never grow tired of your craziness, or accompanying you in song, or laughing or traveling, or shopping (even for candy) with YOU.
I LOVE YOU you wild haired woman!
Embrace yourself and love the person God made you to be with all that wild side- because you cannot change it any more than you can change those curls on your head which God gave you!
and when you need a hug
I am waiting!