Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Sisters. Sisters. There were never such devoted sisters.

Yesterday was Ashley's 29th birthday, and we had a great time celebrating at BJ's. Ashley is one of the most precious people in my life. Other than Brian, she probably knows more about me and has spent more time with me than any other person on the planet. She knows my history, my humor, my flaws, my talents. And, she's got my personality quirks down to a T.

She's my sister. I LOVE my sisters.

I know that they've got my back, always. And, I've got theirs. They always wants what's best for me, and I for them. Ashley and Chelsey rejoice when I rejoice, mourn when I mourn, and hurt when I hurt. They are dear to my heart, and I know I'm dear to theirs. We have inside jokes that drive everyone else batty, and wills of iron that make us seem pushy. And yet, we're nothing alike.

Ashley is an academic that interprets everything according to hard, fast truth. She gives selflessly and loves passionately those she holds close. She's witty with her words and wise in her counsel. Everyone she knows sees that in her - her wisdom, her smarts, her sacrifice, her heart. She lives her life that way, and the world is a better place because of it.

Happy Birthday, Sweet Sister of Mine!

Note: Many of you asked about the website that I mentioned. You can visit it here.


Life and Times . . . said...

Yay for sisters! I have a wonderful sister, and she is probably my best friend. I'm super introverted, so there are few people that I really let know me well. My sister probably knows me better than anyone, except my husband. I'm glad you have wonderful sisters to love you and for you to love.

Anonymous said...

"...Never had to have a chaperone, no sir, I'm there to keep my eye on her..."