I vividly remember each and every birthday I would wish for a sister, please, birthday wish granting fairies. And every year I was disappointed. That's not fair, I'd grumble. My brothers have each other, and they have a sister (me), so don't I deserve a sister? When I figured out how one goes about getting a sister, I realised it would never happen. Mum was done in all the scientific ways to be done having kids.
I accepted it, but it's always been in the back of my head.
Now I should admit that I what I actually wanted was what I thought a sister should be. You see, I have a sister. Technically, I have 4 half sisters. The 2 eldest want nothing to do with us, the other 2 I have met perhaps 5 or 6 times in my life. When our mothers found out about each other (awkward) my mum attempted to keep us in my dad's life, and consequently I suddenly had 2 sisters, but then my mum skeddaddled and took us with her, and my sisters' mother left as well. We are friends on facebook, and I am glad they are both happy and healthy, and technically I am an auntie (twice) but I don't really know them. I know my cousins better than I know my 'sisters'.
This one time though, my mum dropped us off and my sister and I coincidentally had the exact same dress on. Same taste in men, same taste in kids clothes.... but aren't we cute? Another fun fact, my sister and I are the only natural blondes in the family. She's still blonde, I'm not. I'm on the right.
My husband has a brother. I am hoping he meets an awesome gal and we'll get along like a house on fire and maybe, maybe, maybe I'll get to be a bridesmaid and then I'll have a real sister who is also a friend. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, my brother in law is not down with my plan.
As I get older though, I've come to realise that I'm ok without a sister. My brothers are pretty awesome, and also kind of awful, but I love them. My mum is the best mum ever. And if all I want is to feel like I have a really close friend who is related to me.. well, I kind of have that, minus the relation. I have the only sisters I'll ever need.
You know my bestie. You know the story of how we met and how I followed her to KY. You know our husbands are best friends, and all 3 of them work together. She has taught me everything I know about hair and makeup. She taught me how to play beer pong, heck I hadn't even had a beer before I met her.
She taught me that getting ready together is the best part of going out. She taught me that 5 minutes means more like an hour, but it goes by just as fast with her. She taught me to say eff you to the people who didn't like me, or the cute guy at the bar that called me a bitch. St Paddy's became 'our' thing. Not to mention the races - in both Sydney & Kentucky.
She taught me how to take shots - like really, I couldn't take a shot before I met her. She introduced me to country music. She taught me that props always make photos better. She showed me how to have confidence regardless of my size, and that my perception of myself was all wrong.
She is the kindest, sweetest, friendliest person I have ever met. She made me a nicer person, and I like to think I brought out her bitchy, tougher side. I am not her first or her only best friend, but I am lucky and privileged to be in her life. Almost all of my good memories are with her, and the ones you see today aren't even a smidgen of the good times we've had together. I couldn't imagine anyone else standing up next to me on my wedding day - whether it was a big to do or courthouse shindig, for me it was necessary that she was right there next to me.
My other best friend - my other sister - is one of the best people I have ever met. She is hilarious, amazing, tough, inspiring, gorgeous.. the list goes on. We met in 2010 and I think both of us were hoping not to like the other but got along like a house on fire. Her and my other bestie have known each other since childhood.
We saw each other a couple times when I visited Louisville, but nowhere near as much to really build a friendship. We liked each other sure, but we wouldn't be as close as we are today if I hadn't moved in with her 2012. KC and I weren't together, and I was planning to live in KY for a year and she opened up her house, her life, her heart to me. To this girl she barely knew. And I am so amazed, and will be forever grateful. I will never return that favour, I will never do enough to make that up to her. The time that I lived with her, we got to know each other like only living together can do. We cooked and cleaned and got ready together. I sat on the bed with the dogs and her oldest son while she got ready. We sat on my bed and talked about deep stuff. We trained together, she made me realise the runner I could be. She is the best hair stylist in the country - yep - and has fixed my hair and eyebrows countless times.
I sat on the couch with her and her husband, we'd all be reading, watching TV and sharing popcorn. She'd pop her head in to my bedroom and say 'want to go get some ice cream?' and she knew I was always game. I was the third wheel to their marriage and they never made me feel that way. She drove me to work every day, she sat with me at the social security office to get my visa sorted, I went with her to pick up her son from school. She took me to the bank to set up an account, and she told the gym I was her cousin so they could put me on to their membership. She just took me under her wing and made me a part of her life. I was sad about KC and had other issues and she would just snap me out of it and tell me to stop being ridiculous. Anyone else and I would have been hurt - her? I knew it came from a place of love and also a place of please stop being so ridiculous Kristen.
She understands me better than anyone else, we think the same on so many levels, she makes me laugh harder than anyone because she always says what I'm thinking. We are probably the bitchiest people each of us know. She is a vegetarian and inspires me on so many levels but never pushes me - or anyone - to do anthing. She has a bazillion friends, soon to be 3 children, her own business, she runs races and does triathlons - she did a half ironman when she was pregnant with her second and then she hiked the grand canyon when she was pregnant with her third. All of this, and she still makes time for little old me, and I consider her one of my top five people in the whole world. Which is saying something. She has been in more weddings than Katherine Heigl in 27 dresses but she still said yes to me.
I have other good friends that are important to me and I am happy to have them in my life, including my Australian bestie and another girl that was my bridesmaid. I just feel extra lucky and happy for these two. They have other best friends and people they have known longer, most of their lives even. They have people they might consider best-er friends than me. And that's ok. Because these two.. they are my best friends. My sisters. Who needs a biological sister when I have these girls? They have held my hair for numerous reasons that we shan't talk about, they have held me as I cried, laughed so hard we cried some more, they have inspired and motivated me, left me be when I needed to be alone. They get me, really get me, and they still like me. All the cliché things and more. That's what besties are for. They are my persons.
And now.... they both know about my blog! I know, right? Crazy. No-one in my life except KC knew about this blog and now the two most important people in my life know. Ok, and their husbands. So 5 people. That's where I'm stopping now, no-one else needs to know!
Anyway now that you have seen more of mine and my besties faces than you ever wanted to.. are you lucky enough to have a sister that is also a best friend? Or like me, did you have to choose your sisters? I hope you were as lucky as me in your findings. I am so thankful for these girls.