Hey sis.

I have two sisters. Sisters are great. They’re like best friends that never have to leave your house when everyone’s getting cranky. And they have to put up with you, so you can do pretty much anything and get away with it in the long run. Like run around like a hooligan in your house and dance on tables. And they just don’t judge. Because they already know you’re crazy. No charade!!

I think the best memories of sisterhood come from times where we just were in THAT mood where everything was funny, and usually someone peed their pants. Usually me. Don’t want any undue shame going to my sisters for that.

I loved those rare occasions when one of my sisters would let me jump into her bed with her. Rare, because I was an annoying, over-giggly person to be around in general, but at night especially I would get hyper when people wanted to sleep. My sisters are go-to-bed people. I am a force-your-eyelids -to -stay -open -as -long -as -you -can -manage –with- no -regard -to -consequences person. It’s quite lonely in a family of go-to-bedders. (Not to be confused with bed-wetters.)

But once in a while, one of my sisters would let me climb in their bed with her and whisper-talk the night away. For a while at least, until I got kicked out by my parents. You see, I have a severe giggling problem. And somehow sister’s beds really, really aggravate this severe condition. It’s like an automatic allergic reaction.

Jess was wise beyond her years when she taught me the technique of the “Pillow Smother.” Basically, when I was laughing so hard that the parents were sure to hear and come break up the party, she would make me smash my face into my pillow as hard as I could to smother the sound. The problem was, it would, almost without fail, make me giggle harder and louder. And then we would hear footsteps coming from down the hall, and the door would open, and I would be forced to my own bed.

“PLEASE!! No!! I’ll be good! We’ll be quiet!! I promise I won’t giggle anymore! We’ll go to sleep!!” Pleading and whining was my only hope at this point. And sometimes, it would actually work!!

Obviously, I’d want to stay because there was so much left to talk about sister to sister. Somehow, this always made me crave macaroni and cheese. I’m not even kidding. Jess’s bed has this unexplainable ability to make me want nothing more than a giant bowl of mac’n’cheese. Something deep within my subconscious probably.

“Psst!! Jess! I want mac’n’cheese SOOOO BADDD!!!!” And then we would giggle and the footsteps would come back and I was toast.

And if the footsteps didn’t come back, eventually I would laugh so hard that Jess would push me out of her bed because she was afraid I would pee my pants on her sheets.

That feels like a long time ago. Now the sisters are growing up. Jess finished her masters degree last week and after this summer, she's moving away for a job. Little Sarah is graduating high school pretty soon and leaving the nest. I'm on my way to my college dreams. Somehow, it will never be the same as when we were little, but if I believe in anything, I believe in the beauty of sisters.






'When were little, we stuck together when daddy picked on us and teased us. Now, we stick together when life decides to pick on one of us.

A sister is a better friend than a best friend could ever be. "A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost." (Marion C. Garretty.)





Also, I REALLY want some macaroni and cheese now.