Sunday, March 31, 2013


So I was born as the second child in my family.

I have an older brother.

When I was five and going to Kindergarten, I can vividly remember 'pretending' that my Mom was actually my older sister. 

I wanted a sister SOOOOO bad...

I didn't want Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles hand-me-downs, I didn't like going to school in boys sweats, and wrestling was a day to day occurrence for me.

Even in the elementary grades I noticed when my classmates had sisters because they had 'cool' clothes, they had lipgloss, and they knew how to do their hair. 

Now I love my mama with all of my heart and wouldn't trade her for anything and would give my life for hers in an instant, but my Mom isn't the most 'girly girl', 'rough tough farm girl' is more like it. 

So my whole childhood, I was missing that feminine influence into my life. 

As I grew up, I resolved that I needed to cherish my brother and enjoy the things we could enjoy together and we are closer now than we've ever been. 

It's funny though, because the whole time I thought I was without a sister and struggling because of it, I believe God (I'm not religious, but I have a personal faith) was giving me exactly what I needed:

He gave me the best 'sisters' a girl could ask for. 

He gave me my friends.

He gave me my smiles and my laughs and my sleepovers.

He gave me my soccer team and road trips.

He gave me cruising buddies, tattoo bonds and hangover ladies.

He gave me makeup advisors, photo takers, and meal makers.

I look around and my life is the farthest away from void of femininity that you can get. 

I'm super blessed to have every female friend that I've ever had because they are the life sister that I prayed for when I was younger. 

I'm a stronger, more stable, more well-rounded girl because of these 'sisters'.

They may not be blood, but they love me for me and I love them for them. 

I don't know who I would be without any one of them.

Love you girls, 



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