Sisterhood

Growing up, I had one person who was my biggest enemy and my best friend.
She was the one who bossed me around.
She was also the one who was my only friend my freshmen year of highschool.
Sometimes, family can be one of the most difficult relationships in the world.
Yet they can be the sweetest.

I always wanted an older brother growing up. Yet, I have an older sister.
Yes the sister who would punch and shred the man that hurts her little sister.
The sister who doesn't hide the remains of trying on and borrowing your shoes from your room.
Or the familiar new purse or headband, she is sporting which came from the mall of my closet.

Yet she is the one who knows the good and bad from my past.
She is the one who is refining to be with.
She is the worldchanger and heart of the family.
She is the woman who inspires and desires for humanity to be whole.
She is the one who inhabits all laughter and joy from the sweet and embarrassing memories of family road trips.

Sisters are the best.
Who else can you talk with about issues with your parents?
Who else can you laugh with about the crazy matching outfits when you were four and six?
Or the embarrassing modeling poses on the beach when you were 8 years old?

I am amazingly blessed.

I love you, Rachel Ann. 

I wouldn't want anyone else as my sister.
There is no one else who is more hipster, passionate about Africa, incense loving, goodwill shopping, and committed to free trade.
You are the perfect balance to the berry girls.

love,
jocelyn elizabeth