When she and my brother in law were dating, they would take me along to the movies. Or if not, they would come home from a date and read me a bedtime story. I always called her Sissy. Then when they got married (I was in the wedding) , I recall that when the wedding party walked back down the aisle after the ceremony, even at my age, I instinctively knew that something had changed forever and I was overcome with emotion. I flew to her and grabbed her around the waist and sobbed. I think it was about that time that I ceased calling her Sissy, as that seemed to me to be babyish!!! So things did change a lot. After they married, they moved away to go to college. Their first Christmas, my sister had taken my mother's sewing machine home with her and she created a fabulous wardrobe for my Barbie doll. She had it all packed in a black patent hat box with a handle. I still remember some of the outfits she made. Sadley, it all burned years later in a house fire.My "Sissy" and I have been through a lot together. We have that special relationship that only sisters understand. We think alike about a lot of things, almost can read each other's mind on occaison, know what the other is thinking with just a look, and for years have shown up wearing the same outfit more times than I can count!!! My sister is many things: creative, passionate, inventive, thrifty, industrious, loyal, FUN, and not least of all, she is a Christian. I thank God every day for making us sisters in this life.
Happy Birthday Sissy!!!!!! I love you!!!!!
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