Having an older sister is very different from having younger sisters. With Rachel & Kat, they seemed to look up to me as the expert, whether I thought I was or not. With Sarah, it was the opposite – I had her to look up to. It was my chance to follow in her footsteps with her amazingly good grades, her ability to excel at sports and the confidence she never seemed to go without (in a good way!). We had our fair share of fights like everyone else and I will admit to taking her clothes after she left for school & putting them back before she realized they were ever missing. What can I say? Girls got style…I still raid her closet when I’m allowed!
But setting aside the fact that she is my sister and basically required to deal with me, she did more than that. She let me cry on her shoulder, she would make every attempt to fix anything that was wrong and would surprise me at school with random gifts (like for President’s Day) just to tell me that she loved me.
She has never been afraid to tell me how things were or should be – even if I didn’t (or don’t!) want to hear it. She always stood by my side without me ever asking. And she still calls me just to say hello and ask how I’m feeling.
When I was going through my original biopsy, she was on the phone with me every single day and googling everything she could think of. The afternoon that the doctor called me to come in the following day for the biopsy, she said something to me that I will never forget – and that I believe every person facing a cancer diagnosis should hear. “Meghan, even if it is cancer, we will fight it. I will be there every single step of the way and I will hold your hand so that you never give up. We will get through this.” To this day, I can’t say or type it without tears. Those are the words that gave me strength before I needed it. And she has held true to them.
Though she may have been a little jealous of my coming along shortly after her birth (I’ve heard the stories!), she has never stopped being my best friend. Happy birthday, Sarah – I love you so much!!
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! ❤
I remember being just 7 years old and waking up at 6 am every weekend. My baby sister was just a few months old but her crib was in the room next to me so I heard her cry before anyone else in the house. I’d wake up, walk to her room and open the door to her huge smile. I don’t think there was a better way to wake up.
I’d change her diaper, grab her milk out of the fridge and bring her into the living room. We would snuggle on the couch together and watch Saturday morning cartoons. She would smile brightly and hug me as tight as she could.
Today that baby sister celebrates her 26th birthday. Growing up with 3 sisters, we had our fair share of fights. We were close one minute and not the next…and yet we were always the best of friends.
This sweet girl has been by my side since the day she was born. She visited me in Florida and stayed for a week at a time, she took a leap of faith and moved to Georgia a few years ago to create her own dreams and she has grown into an incredible young woman.
We have met each other for quick trips in Savannah and Myrtle Beach more times than I can count. We have visited each other regularly and won’t leave each other without the next trip planned. Every Thanksgiving for the last 4 years we have spent together. She has jumped in the car to lay by my side in the hospital when I had brain surgery, she drove down to celebrate my double mastectomy with a trip to the beach just 4 days later, she planned a week long vacation to spend with us last year and she traveled down to meet her nephew right after he was born. The miles don’t matter.
We call each other just to say hello, with no agenda in mind. We ask advice of each other regularly, knowing that the other person is listening intently for an idea of what to do. We laugh so hard together that we cry helplessly and breathlessly. I am not afraid to call her crying to vent or with exciting news to share. I was beyond honored to stand by her side on her wedding day.
We have had a lifetime of memories together…and they are no where near finished. She is one of my very best friends and I am so blessed that God chose her to be my baby sister.
I love you, Katerdid. Forever and for always.