Sister

On February 13, 1985, a short 17 months after I was born, my parents gave me the greatest gift I have ever received. My sister, Hannah. Of course, I don't remember her birthdate nor do I remember my life before she came into my life. And thank God for that.

Hannah is everything that I am not. Literally. She is tall with blond straight hair and I am short with brown curly hair. Growing up: She was very easygoing. I was very high stress. She was hilariously funny. I was very serious with no sense of humor. She was messy. I was neat. (We shared a room until I was in fifth grade I think. We nearly killed each other.) She was even keeled. I was hot tempered. She was popular. I was not. School came easy to her. It did not come easy to me. She had "boyfriends" beginning in like 4th grade. I did not. She was gutsy and brave. I was cautious and timid. She liked change. I did not. She moved at what became known to the family as "Hannah Speed" known to the rest of the world as extremely slow. I did not. She was a dancer. I took piano lessons. And I could go on and on and on and on.

But we share many of the same memories.

Every Christmas Eve for as long as I can remember (even after we had separate bedrooms) we have slept in the same room, both staying up into all hours of the night anticipating Christmas Day. And all the birthdays and other holidays we have celebrated with each other. (I think I have said before how big holidays and birthdays are in my family.) The vacations. The numerous piano recitals she sat through and the numerous dance recitals I sat through. The many movies that we have seen together. (My favorite part of seeing movies with Hannah are the impressions she does in the weeks and days after the movie.) All of our family dinners and game nights. And I could go on and on and on and on.

As we have grown older, a few things have changed. Hannah has become a little more high stress. (Grown up responsibilities tend to make even the most easy going person a little more stressed right?!) I have become a little more easy going. (I credit that to my career choice...I am forced to put thing in perspective daily) A lot has remained the same. Hannah still loves change. I still do not. She is still gutsy and brave. I am still cautious and timid. And I could go on and on and on and on. Most importantly though...

She was, from the moment she was born, is, and always will be the great love of my life.

Wishing you a great love in your life~

~M~

*To get my mother's perspective on our relationship click here.*