Did you know I have a sister?
I'm sure I've mentioned her at some point. We spent fifteen years living together, therefore a good portion of the early life I've written about includes her in some way.
Now that I think about it, fifteen years doesn't sound like very much. At almost thirty-five years old, I've now lived more years without my sister in the same house as I have with. That's quite odd considering we're blood and come from the same womb.
My sister, Kelly, is three years younger than I am. As we grew up, I thought we couldn't look more different. She is average height, olive skinned with huge brown eyes and stunning auburn hair that is thick and awesomely straight. I'm too tall, fair skinned and have blue eyes. My hair needs a good deal of expensive hair products to be as straight as I want it to be and I don't remember anyone ever calling Kelly "Big Ethel". (I can thank our father for that nickname.)
Okay, this isn't a pity party. I'm sure there are things about me that my sister resents. If she were here she would tell you, cause if there's one thing Kelly does, it's tell you exactly what she's thinking. So, I guess we're alike in one way.
My point is, other than those things, I can't really tell you much about my sister. Years ago, she moved to Edmonton, Alberta and while we talk often and I am in on the major details of her life, I really don't know her like I did when we lived under the same roof.
I definitely don't beat the snot out of her like I did when we lived under the same roof, but I digress.
That's all about to change.
In August, Kelly, her spouse and her two children will move back home. More specifically, my home. We have a whole spare house here on our farm and they are going to rent it. I cannot tell you how giddy I am. I am looking forward to getting to know her again. We're both athletic so I have this grand idea that we can run together, play basketball together and I can introduce her to all of my sports crazy friends. For example, she just called to tell me she had gone mountain biking for the first time and sensed an addiction. I was so giddily stunned that all I could stammer was "I cannot wait until you get here!"
Also, Kelly can drink beer like nobody's business, so that who's to say we won't indulge every once in a while?
My sister has become someone I greatly admire and I can't wait to spend more time with her. I did have to promise my mother not to set her on fire or try to down her in dishwater, but that was easy. I've grown a lot since I did that. It was the eighties. Everyone was crazy back then.