sisters

God has truly blessed me with some beautiful women in my life. I have several women around me that I hope to share life with forever. Two of the most beautiful women are my sisters. The funny thing about my sisters is that they are not related to each other. Sometimes when I explain this it gets confusing to outsiders. It’s simple really: both my parents got remarried and each had a daughter. So I having prayed, asked, and dreamt of having a sister, got two! I wasn’t satisfied with my brother Chance; I wanted a baby sister. Before Haley, now 18, was born I used to tell my teacher that I was getting a little sister. The thing is, I started saying that like a whole year before my step-mom was pregnant with Haley. I guess I prophesied about her. J Neither of these girls are very much like me. Oh, we have things in common and can absolutely laugh and have a great time together, but they are each so unique. And I adore them. I think it’s mutual. I hope so. Cassidy used to embarrass the crap out of me in high school. She insisted (the independent 4-year-old that she was) on wearing my t-shirts every day. She called me Danda and would scream and cry and refuse to leave the house unless she was wearing one of my “big shirts.” My mom worked the concession stand at all the basketball games while I cheered. Cass’s dad was already out of the picture and since everyone knew our family my mom let Cass walk around the gym. Cassidy also insisted on carrying sticks with her. These sticks varied according to her phase. I distinctly remember her screaming once so much that we had to go back home for her stick, which was a white PVC pipe that was longer than she was tall. Then, more than once she found herself on the basketball court wearing the oversized t-shirt over her cute outfit carrying that pipe. The refs had to stop the game while I, in my cheer uniform ran out on the court to get her. My friend Sarah whose dad coached the boys’ team said that in the videos of the games you could always see Cassidy in her white t-shirt marching up and down the sidelines. Cassidy is her own person and is pretty confident in that. She’s 13 now and stunning. I love who she is becoming. She wears clothes that fit (though they’re still sometimes weird in my opinion) and doesn’t carry a PVC pipe…most of the time. Haley is my other half sister and is about to graduate high school. She and I are pretty different but much the same. She’s beautiful and very stylish (here’s where we’re different). One day soon, hopefully, she’s signing me up for that TV show, “What Not to Wear.” I love spending time with her because she makes me laugh, she’s really smart, and she loves me. I mean, she’s really smart. Sometimes I get embarrassed because she knows more about what’s going on in the world than me.