|Me on left, Em on right|
But when we were fighting every other day, when she hit me so hard she left a handprint, or when I pulled out her hair (as a toddler) and then looked to see how much I'd gotten...
|Me left, Em right|
She's the one who taught me to put on make up. She taught me to serve a volleyball and was there when I tasted my first sip of alcohol.
She dragged me out with her and her friends in high school and I thought they were all so, so cool. One time we all climbed in a trunk to see if all the girls there that night could fit. (We did.)
I ruined several of her dates (I'm sure) by playing on the computer all night in the same room they were trying to watch a movie, shouting out mistakes in the film as I looked them up online.
|My 21st, when she took me to see John Mayer|
I've lived with Emily when I couldn't live at home. I've borrowed her furniture and her car. And all this week, I've been using her shower because we still have no hot water.
She's helped me move every year of college, paid only in pizza or hashbrowns. I used to cry at Em's house my freshman year when I hadn't made any friends. And she picked me up late at night after the world's worst breakup, when I couldn't even talk, I was crying so hard.
|Em, Anna, me, at our cousin's wedding|
These are random memories, and probably not entertaining to anyone but my family. But. My point is that Emily and I are the quintessential sisters. We fight like crazy, but she's (almost) always been there for me.
I don't think anyone in the world deserves a happier birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EM! Hope it's great :)