fate made us sisters, time and distance made us friends

I know that’s not the real saying. It can vary, being God, life or chance making the sisters and love, hearts or prozac making the friends.

We’ve battled on and off our entire lives, so competitive in many ways and polar opposites in others. Finally, as we’ve grown into our respective lives, we’ve recognized that we can be who we are and still love each other.

I don’t always agree with her, and I know she’s disagreed with my choices and opinions, but I respect her. I know she is who she is and I will no longer apologize for her. She is high maintenance, catty and vain; however, she is also kind, vivacious and beautiful.

Today she turns 28. She is a wife to her high school sweetheart and a successful banker. She isn’t afraid to try the newest look and to suggest a new look to a stranger. She is learning to cook and loves Boston Terriers; she can spend countless hours in Sephora or chatting up the newest Twilight book.

I think it’s easier for us to stay friendly now that we’re older and since we only see each other once a year or so. By the time one of us is getting on the others nerves, it’s almost the end of the visit.

I admire her in many ways, I envy her in others. Above all, I adore her in a way I could never love anyone else. She’s the one I shared a room with, even if I’m not the one she shares her secrets with. We will never be those “best friends” sisters who are so close they think the same thoughts and want the same thing. I’m OK with the relationship we have now, and I hope one day we will be closer. Today, and until then, I will love her.

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