As I was sitting here I was struck with a bolt of grief.
I miss my sister so much. I miss her so much that it physically hurts.
I miss teasing her.
I miss telling her my baby shower that she planned was the best day of my life.
I miss asking her if she could be quiet after hours of her incessant talking.
I miss her showing up unexpectedly at my house.
I miss laughing so hard with her that we both peed our pants.....but just a little.
I miss talking to her about our childhood and realizing we had very different memories.
I miss being able to ask her advice.
I miss her telling me what I'm doing wrong.
I miss planning trips with her that we knew we'd never take.
I miss going on trips with her.
I miss her phone calls.
I miss sitting down at the end of the evening and calling her after we'd spent all day together.
I miss her taking groceries from my cupboard.
I miss her asking and taking toilet paper and paper towels from me so she wouldn't have to go to the store.
I miss her stories about Asa.
I miss gossiping with her.
I miss her walking through the front door yelling out "sissy roo!"
I miss driving around with her.
I miss her giving me a hard time about the music I had on my iPod.
I miss everything about her.
The good and the bad.
I miss having a sister.