thank you for being my sister

To Hilary
From your Sister

thank you for being my sister.
it all started when i was born.
you've been there ever since.
you let me wear your clothes.
even when i stretch them out.
you let me lock you in the freezer.
you let me push you.
you let me shove you.
you share a blog with me.
you don't get creeped out when i wink at you.
you always wink back.
you call me "snow angel" when wear my white robe.
you laugh at me when i throw stuff at the dog.
you tell me that i can pull off birkenstocks.
you don't erase my tivod shows.
you tivo shows that you know i will like.
you know when i am in need of a good story.
you supported me when i went 3 months without shaving.
you supported me when all i could eat was splenda.
you let me pick out your outfits.
you let me spy on your door scenes.
you tell me when it's time for lunch.
you tell me when it's time for a snack.
you let me make fun of dawson's creek.
you appreciate awkward people/humor/moments as much as i do.
you know the perfect times to roll your eyes.
you put up with me on trips when i get in my really weird, hyper moods.
you understand what it's like to pee your pants.
you always lock my car door.
you are my sister in zion.
and i am yours.

To Morgan
From your Sister

thank you for being my sister
it all started when you were born
thank you for letting me squeeze your cheeks when you were a baby
even though you did fall off the couch twice
I was there when you fell out the window
our favorite song is dear gabby
you let me make fun of myspace
thank you for dancing with me in the bathroom
get low, get low
I always let you sit by the window seat on an airplane
I always get a heating pad when you have cramps, or a migraine
you are the funniest person I know
you have the coolest glasses that I said first
you watch stupid reality shows with me
you like anything to do with prison
you take good pictures
you didn't feed the nay nay's
you have midnight snacks with me
even though its only 10:30 at night
you tried watching the O.C
I got you into facebook, but that's ok
We both would move to NYC in a heartbeat
You let me spill poptart crumbs in the sofa bed
we both suck at scuba diving
eating french fries with Todd in Hawaii is the best
you make up stupid games with me
like the huh huh game
you supported me through the Bitter years
and vice versa
you let me play the team game, sometimes
you are my sister in zion
and I am yours