My sister Ellie is my best friend.
She’s the best sister in the world.
For a while now I’ve had the idea of writing about my sister and how much I love her.
Well, I’ve decided the time has finally come.
I had always wanted a sister.
So when my aunts and I ran into the hospital room moments after Ellie was born we jumped around we were so excited to find out she was a girl.
Ellie and I are 11 years apart in age.
That’s a lot of years.
But for us it works really well.
I liked being older when Ellie was born because I remember more.
Ellie’s 1st Birthday
And I’ve gotten to see my baby sister grow up, documenting it all, being apart of as much of it as I can.
I’ve gotten to see her grow up into the beautiful young girl she is today.
Ellie and I have always been close.
It must be like a sister bond thing.
Ellie and I are very similar in many ways.
Our personalities are very similar.
We’re both sassy.
She’s sassier than I am though.
99% of the words that come out of Ellie’s mouth are pure sass.
When Ellie was younger we noticed how she looked like pictures of me at that age.
Can you tell who’s who?
This past summer I have heard from so many people that Ellie looks just like me.
People who didn’t know me at Ellie’s age have mistaken pictures of me for Ellie.
It warms my heart every time.
The relationship I have with Ellie is great. It’s like any sister’s relationship.
We barge into each other’s rooms.
We drill each other about boys.
We bake together.
We help each other pick out outfits.
Ellie steals my stuff.
We take billions of selfies together.
It’s mostly because usually it takes forever to get a decent picture from Ellie.
But then after I get one decent picture we take a million more silly ones.
I help Ellie brush her hair after a weekend at the lake.
I force her to let me do her hair although she protests every time.
She still won’t let me forget about the time I touched the curling iron to her ear and accidently burnt her.
We watch and discuss food network shows (cake wars, cooks vs. cons)
We have nicknames for each other (smelly, kk)
We love to cuddle up together on the couch to watch TV or movies.
We give each other the “seriously” look all the time.
She tells me all the time that I need a boyfriend.
We pinch and slap each other on the butt.
We call each other “butt-faced miscreants” (thanks Gilmore Girls).
When we go out on pontoon rides we have it all worked out how we sit in our spot. We are each on a side of the seat and I put my feet right next to her butt and she rests her legs on my lap and then we cover with a blanket.
It’s a science that works out perfectly.
We also share a loft bed in the camper.
We’re kind of getting to big to share that small bed. We pest each other for hogging the bed. We’ve
talked many times about one of us sleeping on the couch bed but we never do.
I miss Ellie when she’s not around.
I literally miss her after a day of not seeing her.
When she sleeps over at friends houses I’m be at home and I’ll be like “where’s Ellie, I need to tell Ellie something, or I want to do this with Ellie” and then I’d realize she wasn’t home and I’d be sad.
Being at college without my sister is the hardest part about being in college.
I love my sister SO much.
She’s my best friend.
Ellie is seriously the best sister.
Anything I ask her to do she will do it for me.
No question.
You would think that only the older sister would have to defend and protect the younger sister, and I do, but Ellie does the same for me.
One day I was looking through the pictures on my moms phone and I came across one of me sleeping in the car and Ellie was holding her hand over my face as my mom was trying to take the picture.
I asked my mom about it and she said Ellie wouldn’t let her take the picture, she said Ellie said she was being a bad mom trying to take a picture of me sleeping.
How do I deserve a sister like her?
I don’t.
xxkaitlyn
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