Sisters

No one can tell the difference between my sister and I on the phone. No one.
Despite sharing the same gene pool, at first glance, we don't seem to share much else in common. But the voice, apparently. Our own mother doesn't know the difference when we answer the phone.

She's blond, I'm obviously brunette. Alright, so we're both short - exactly 5'2" I would say. She looks just like my mom, while I look just like my dad. I love to read anything I can get my hands on, but my sister would rather be doing anything else.

My sister's typically been the more laid back, go-with the flow person. She doesn't have to be in charge and doesn't have to feel in control. What a second born. I've envied her those traits for years. Both of us are very passionate and will fight tenaciously for our cause, but if we had a stubborness contest, I think I might win :) I usually did growing up - but she didn't give up without a fight.

We both love people. Of any age, any color, any personality. But my sister is more willing to roll up her sleeves and get her hands dirty. I'm more likely to just talk to you for hours. My sister has a servant's heart. We visited the nursing home a lot growing up, and she made friends with all of the residents. No smells or unsightly messes even phased her. I was probably wrinkling my nose. She's planning to be a nurse. I think she would make an awesome one.

I enjoy that we both have the same sense of humor. We laugh at the stupidest tv shows and movies. And we don't feel self-conscious. I think I might have even broken her into The Office. Listening to music together is fun. She likes to turn up the volume really loud when we go through drive-thrus to embarrass me.

Twenty or so years ago, I was really upset to have another kid in my house. I asked my grandmother, "When is she going back?" It took some adjustment, but I am so grateful to have my sister in my life.