My Little Sister

Through thick and thin we will be sisters until the end- Tomorrow my little (but taller) sissy will graduate from high school. This thought has left me in a confused emotional state. I am so happy and proud of all of her accomplishments as well as the young woman that she has developed in to. I am excited as she prepares for the next chapter in her life and continues to develop as a beautiful, talented and intelligent individual. I am thankful for all the lessons she has taught me along the path of life so far , including but not limited to: how to live and laugh during life, how to tell a joke, dance/cheerleading moves and cheers, alot about sheep, organization, how to cook, how to clean, that I need to save money better like her, and so much more. I appreciate her letting me borrow her shoes, clothes, jewelry, and the many countless other things I have probably taken without asking. But with all the happy thoughts I am mostly filled with sadness…I am not prepared for my little sister to grow up. In reality, I think her growing up makes me realize that I AM GROWING UP! I too will be starting a new chapter in my life in one more year. All I can think about is memories of my sister and I in our childhood and the many laughs we have had together and how I am not ready for those to end. (Sarah I will try my best not to cry tomorrow,but if mom starts crying I will too, you know how we are). I think of all the times Kelsey and I terrorized our poor little Sarah and she did whatever we said because she wanted to fit in. I think of the many times we did talent shows, fashion shows, queen pageants, puppet shows, and so much more. I think of more recent times like killing the Ford truck and smashing dad’s chips, getting stuck in a revolving door, laughing at mom for countless things, chasing around Dr. Pepper in the yard, and I most definitely remember when I used to sneak in the house as soon as we got home and hide in the hallway and scare you. (I did this so much that Sarah refused to come into the house before mom and dad and was scared to walk down the hallway…too funny, I am somewhat sorry). I came across a story I wrote about my little sister when I was going through things in my room. In it I talk about how my sister is the most generous person in the world that I know. She is generous because she gets me kleenexs when I ask for them and shares her Rugrat gum with me. It is hysterical..I will have to share it later..My point is that I knew from the beginning that you were GREAT and even though I always thought I wanted a baby brother I am much happier that I had a sister.  I am also sad that while being away at college I didn’t always get to be there to support my sister in some of her important high school events..and for that I AM SORRY SARAH!!!

No matter where life leads us in the future Sarah, I want you to know that I am always here for you and will always support you! You are the best sister anyone could ask for and I am so proud of your accomplishments! I love you!

Sisters don’t need words.  They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks – expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief.  Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs – that can undermine any tale you’re telling.  ~Pam Brown

Sister to sister we will always be,
A couple of nuts off the family tree.
~Author Unknown

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2 thoughts on “My Little Sister

  1. Anne Burkholder says:

    Keep up the great work Emily! I have three daughter’s who are so lucky to have loving sisters…just like you do.

    I am so excited to see great young woman like you making the life choice to be involved in the cattle industry. Keep blogging!

    Anne Burkholder

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