Today my older sister Heather turned 31..this year I will turn 30. We are only 19 months apart, and I think that is why we have always been so close (19 months, my poor mother’s mental health!) Growing up we had a lot of the same friends, and in high school we ran with the same group. Not to mention Heather had amazing puffy bangs
. The grooming of said bangs actually gave her asthma, and left a layer of dried hairspray on her bedroom mirror that she had to clean pretty regularly. I did however admire these bangs, and the patience she had to wake up almost an hour early to get them washed, dryed, and moved into place.
When we were younger we would spend a lot of our time tormenting our youngest sister (I’m sorry Noelle!) We made up elaborate lies, telling her that every night the carebears would come and take us to their magical land…but only if you stayed up till midnight, without falling asleep once.
Heather and I talked about my middleschool crush, who lived down the street. We always referred to him as “blah-blah” my code name so no one would ever find out the truth. She would write me notes and fold them into complex triangles, writing things like “Heidi loves Blah-Blah on the front.
She made me paper dolls in elementary school and brought them home as a gift in a brown paper lunch sack. We made up songs and stories for each other. Heather would act out her stories using our stuffed animals…”But Banarby, whats going to happen to me when you die?”
In one school in Maine, our bus ride was almost an hour. We would sit in the back of the bus, with our mutual friends singing La Isla Bonita at the top of our lungs while our hair blew around from the open windows. We would meet on the playground and do flips on the bars. We would meet up in the woods and tried to build a raft to float across the creek that smelled like butts.
We talk on the phone all the time, we keep each other company while we are driving great lengths, our cell phone bills reflecting this. We can ride in her car with all the kids (she has 4, and I have 2) all carrying on + instead of going nuts we laugh, and laugh.
People have asked if we are twins, even though we don’t feel that we look a lot alike. We love bargins, and yardsales, and bins that you have to rummage through. We both love coffee, and taking photos, and have snappy driving tempers when people cut us off, or forget to use a turn signal. We are goofballs together.
Heather has the kindest heart and once couldnt sleep because she thought I was mad at her for leaving a party early! Of course I wasn’t mad at all! She loves giving gifts, and is the type to remember the smallest thing you said in passing, and turn it into something special. She loves musicals, and Seinfield, and wanted to be an archaeologist when she was little. She is funny + fantastic…and quite the wonderful sister!
Happy birthday Heather—I love you!