When I was little, I wanted a sister SO badly. I asked Santa. I prayed. I even lied when people asked me if I had brothers or sisters. When brother number 3 came along, I told Mom and Dad to take 'im back. I wanted a sister.
Today, when I look at my life (as one tends to do in early January/New Year), I am so blessed to have a bevy of beautiful, wondrous sisters. Sisters that feed my soul, spark my creativity, hold me up when I'm blue, kick me in the ass when I need it. Mostly, sisters that amaze me with their own special wildness and wisdom.