She was my first best friend - with a bad haircut.
Meaning, she was the first human I shared my toys with, first human smaller than me I learned how to fight with and boss around, first person Igrumpily generously split the last piece of chocolate cake with after dinner. But mommy, it's MIIIINE!!
Growing up, people always thought we were twins which I hated because it basically meant that a slightly smaller and chubbier version of me would go around imitating everything I said and did and wanted to share everrrythiiiinggg. All candy included. To top it all off, my mother dressed us like we were the Olsen twins in the early years on Full House and even cut our hair in the same Bruce-Lee-ish style.
And at the same time I recount all of these "traumatic" moments of childhood, I also remember how she cried on my first day of kindergarten. Why? Because to her it meant our days as Siamese-twins were now going to be slightly altered with different schedules, math homework, and even new friends.
And today is her birthday. My sister Vanessa turns 30 years old (woot!) It's pretty crazy to see how time has flown from our days as the dynamic duo, to adolescence, through adulthood. This same person I happily bossed around for a good portion of her life is also the same person today who doesn't hesitate to protect her family, her daughter, her friends. I even remember a time when she was the only one who, without hesitation, stepped in when a friend of hers was involved in an abusive relationship. And yes, even as grown ups, she was still the first person to cry when I went on to move into my own apartment later on - because once again, it meant we wouldn't be together in the same house.
I've re-posted this picture of us as kids because I think it's the one that best says without words how my sister and I are today even as adults. Laughing and still close even after all the years of life that's passed and grown us.
And maybe today I'll give her the whole slice of chocolate cake this time. We'll see. =)
Happy birthday, Nessa! I love you and am thankful you were my very first best friend, bad haircuts and all.
Happy Friday!
Meaning, she was the first human I shared my toys with, first human smaller than me I learned how to fight with and boss around, first person I
Growing up, people always thought we were twins which I hated because it basically meant that a slightly smaller and chubbier version of me would go around imitating everything I said and did and wanted to share everrrythiiiinggg. All candy included. To top it all off, my mother dressed us like we were the Olsen twins in the early years on Full House and even cut our hair in the same Bruce-Lee-ish style.
And at the same time I recount all of these "traumatic" moments of childhood, I also remember how she cried on my first day of kindergarten. Why? Because to her it meant our days as Siamese-twins were now going to be slightly altered with different schedules, math homework, and even new friends.
And today is her birthday. My sister Vanessa turns 30 years old (woot!) It's pretty crazy to see how time has flown from our days as the dynamic duo, to adolescence, through adulthood. This same person I happily bossed around for a good portion of her life is also the same person today who doesn't hesitate to protect her family, her daughter, her friends. I even remember a time when she was the only one who, without hesitation, stepped in when a friend of hers was involved in an abusive relationship. And yes, even as grown ups, she was still the first person to cry when I went on to move into my own apartment later on - because once again, it meant we wouldn't be together in the same house.
I've re-posted this picture of us as kids because I think it's the one that best says without words how my sister and I are today even as adults. Laughing and still close even after all the years of life that's passed and grown us.
And maybe today I'll give her the whole slice of chocolate cake this time. We'll see. =)
Happy birthday, Nessa! I love you and am thankful you were my very first best friend, bad haircuts and all.
Happy Friday!