Sibling Revelry

I don’t think any two people simply enjoy being related as much as my sister and I. Seriously, it’s a blast! I mean, once we both made it out of our annoying jr. high phases, I think it clicked and we realized how cool it was that we got to be siblings. I still kinda don’t get how it's so awesome.

First of all, my sister is hilarious. Her brand of creatively random humor stuns me. Like, how does she come up with that? Her jokes always have me rolling in the aisles, figuratively of course (Literally, her jokes have me jumping around clapping furiously and pointing at her; but don’t ask). And you should see the impressions she does of me and our mom and dad! Hi-larious! Although I guess family impressions are kind of an inside joke type of thing. Which brings me to the second point…

I think at some point we both realized that of all the people on the entire planet, we have more in common than with anyone else. I mean, we grew up in the same place, at the same time, in the same house, with the same parents, at the same church, and at the same school. And, lo and behold, that means we pretty well understand where each other is coming from, in a life-long world-view kind of sense. Then, when our old school closed, she had to finish high school somewhere else and now she’s going to a different college than I did too. So our lives sort of diverged in similarity, and then I think we realized how much it meant to have someone that came from the same place.

So now she totally inspires me with her drive to pursue God’s work and wisdom. I think we inspire each other, which is what makes it so uniquely cool. Her friendship and wit make me feel at home and keep me on my toes. She’s an outstanding person and I can’t believe that I get to be her brother.

Oh, and did I mention that she’s flippin’ hilarious.