We shared a bed and a room for most of my childhood. I slept on the bunk above you, seeing who would take longer to say their prayers. I tattled on you when you “stole” the raw cookie dough out of the fridge and ate it. You allowed me to do your makeup, unaware that I had no idea what I was doing.
You went to school with me and I’m pretty sure, nope, definitely sure that you were way cooler than me. You even beat me in a cheerleading tournament.
You allowed me to confide in you, offered advice and made me laugh hysterically, even when I didn’t want to.
We shared in our pregnancies, became mothers in the same year and spent many late hours texting each other, sleep deprived, slightly delirious and yet full of laughter.
You will always be my little sister…my best friend. Happy birthday, Rachie. I love you! ❤