As I sit here, overwhelmed about all I have to get finished before next week, I can't help but think about life.
3 years ago, I was about to graduate high school. I was worried about how I would wear my hair, practicing my speech and if I would be able to walk in my shoes.
I learned a lot of lessons that one night. On graduation night, I learned that I shouldn't pass slow moving vehicles. I learned that when you get pulled over for speeding by a state patrol, the worst feeling (besides all the people driving past you to get to the ceremony) is when that darn slow moving vehicle runs right past you. Stupid mocking hay wagon.
I can't believe it's been three years. Tomorrow night, my sister will graduate high school. She will begin the next phase of her life. It brings tears to my eyes when I think about all our times together growing up. We shared a room and it was ALWAYS messy. However, it was alway's Amy's fault. (Don't believe me, just ask my mom.) I think about us playing barbies, playing house, and playing school. I remember when we would play "farm" with my brothers. I remember dressing Amy and Joe up and them "getting married." I look back and smile on the times we played in our cattle water trough swimming pool, went on bike rides and played in the sandbox. Even now as I type this I'm listening to the sound track of Pocahontas, one of our very favorite movies.
As I go back, I see how our relationship grew and developed over the years. We were best friends when we were little, then we fought a lot. Then, as time went on we became closer. We would send funny texts during family reunions, laugh about everything and recite movie quotes. We would chat on myspace, which now has become facebook and more recently twitter. Our relationship has grown from playing barbies and house to encouraging each other toward success. We began as sisters and best friends, then hated each other, and now, I'd say we're back to the best friend stage.
I'm so proud of all she has accomplished, and will accomplish!
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