Monday, September 16: Write a public love letter to someone in your life. (It doesn't necessarily need to be romantic.)
Dear Little Sister,
I used to secretly wish that we were only three years apart instead of four, so that we could have been in high school and college at the same time. We still became great friends--after a few years of driving each other batshit insane over clothes, locked doors, who ate the last italian ice, etc.--as well as sisters, and for that, I am so very thankful. I admire your kind, free spirit, and your ability to embrace everyone's uniqueness. You are effortlessly beautiful both on the inside and outside, and you aren't afraid to stand up for what you believe in, even if it's not the popular choice. Hilarious and clever, you always find a way to put a smile on my face and make me laugh, whether we are having a blast going out or just sitting on the couch talking or driving in the car. I appreciate your reliability, your generosity, and your capacity to be unflinchingly honest yet compassionate (that's a hard line to walk, but you do it). I thank God every day that you are my partner-in-crime; we share parents, our little sissy, a sweet tooth, a love for red wine and Blue Moons as well as long walks and kitty cats. I'm so proud of you, all the time, and it's awesome to watch you grow into such a smart, wise, energetic and determined young woman. Thank you for being the "big sister" to me sometimes, and the best little sister I could ever ask for. Also, "just around the riverbend" forever.
Dear Littlest Sister,
I've been at your side since you took your first breath. I combed your blonde curls, played Barbies and dolls with you, sang you to sleep. I fed you peas and cottage cheese, made you mini pizzas, watched Disney movies and jumped on the trampoline with you. In so many ways, you were "my" baby, not just my sister, which is why it's weird that you are now 15--because some part of me will always view you as a chubby-cheeked toddler with a loud giggle who loved "Say My Name" on repeat. There's no doubt that being twelve years apart can be hard. Sometimes it feels as though we are living in two totally different worlds, and it can be difficult to connect. I probably seem boring and adult and far away most of the time, and you've reached that point in teenage life where parties and friends and school and activities consume much of your time (which is exactly how it should be!). But I hope you know that I am so proud of who you're becoming. You are opinionated, brave, intelligent and focused. You've got an enviable sense of style, and you're such a beautiful person inside and out. You are witty and playful, as well as hard working and thoughtful, and most importantly, you are caring and compassionate to every one and every thing around you. I hope you'll always follow your heart. I hope you'll take chances. I hope you'll create the life you want, and live it to the fullest. I hope you'll continue to grow with grace, and know that it's okay to make mistakes so long as you learn from them. I hope you'll always reach out to me as your confidante and protector. I'm so excited to see where life takes you, and I'll try to be at your side during as much of it as possible.
Love you both, so very much!