When we were little people would mistake us for twin even though we didn't look alike at all and I was a year and some older than her. She was someone I admired. I wouldn't mind being her twin. I would have loved it. It was much like how a little sister wants to be just like her older sister, except I was the older sister wanting to be like the younger. Most of my adolescent life I looked up to her, liked anything she liked. She was so edgy and cool. Rebellious. She didn't care whether or not she was ever in trouble. She was so beautiful in my eyes. I wasn't any of that in my eyes. I was a goody-two-shoes, preppy, square.
She listened to cooler music than what I did. She introduced me to Third Eye Blind, Green Day, Goo goo Dolls, Matchbox 20 and many more. I was listening to Backstreet Boys and Hanson. She dressed grunge. Lose pants and shirts. I was wearing everything tight. But I wanted to be like her.
I didn't find my own until high school. where I discovered my own opinion. She introduced me later to my husband. He was her husbands best friend. Because of them I had the beginning of the rest of my life. I don't know if James and I would have ever, met or dated.
We had our oldest kids 2 days apart. Our lives have been usually very intertwined with each other. We have had many rough patches. But we're sisters, it happens and we have to move past them eventually. I am glad we have. I do envy how her relationship is stronger with other sisters, at least we have a good one She is so talented with drawing and photography I am jealous of her amazing talent. She has been such an amazing friend, listening to my constant complaints about certain daily stresses. She never makes me feel judged. She has such a big heart.
Happy Birthday Suz. I love you and I am so blessed to have you in my life.
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