As some of your know, I have an older sister. What you don’t know is who my sister is, and who we are as a pair. Here are a few things you don’t know about my relationship with my sister, Lindsey.
- My sister has traveled/lived all over the World, including one time in mainland China when I was in grade 12. For Spring Break, my parents offered to send me there to visit her – I declined. Instead we went to Palm Springs where I laid by the pool and worked on my tan. Boy, how I regret that decision.
- We used fight. A LOT. Sometimes physically. I still have a scar on the back of my hand, when my sister failed to play by “Shotgun” rules, and wanted to sit in the front seat. Needless to say, when she drew blood, she was automatically sent to the back.
- My sister and I traveled to Colombia a couple years back for my 30th birthday. One of my favourite memories from that trip was having a handstand competition in the pool at our beach front oasis in Santa Marta.
- Another favourite memory from that trip was almost quitting about 5km into our 5-day trek through the jungle to the Ciudad Perdida. We both looked at each other – sweat dripping off our faces – backpacks weighing us down, saying “let’s just turn back”. I can’t quite remember who said “no” first, but all I know is running down that same hill, on the return, NEVER felt as good as ANYTHING in our ENTIRE lives. We completed it – together.
- Our mother used to dress us similarly – usually the same colour. And usually purple. And then we were called the Purple People-Eaters. I still have no idea what that was about.
- Speaking of clothing. I usually got hand-me-downs from my sister. Whenever she grew out of something, it was mine. Now, I just borrow things “indefinitely”.
- We partake in the lululemon Seawheeze Festival every year, here in Vancouver, BC. Last year, my sister ran the half marathon. I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of her in my life. The tears that were streaming down my face were just a simple sign of how emotional that moment was for me, and for her. It was truly a big sister/little sister moment. And then we washed our faces off, drank some beer, listened to music in the sun, and danced the night away. It couldn’t have been more perfect.
- I lived with my sister a few times in my life. One time, was in her solarium – likely not more than 100 square feet. My bed was a mattress on the floor. On a diagonal. Not one of my proudest moments, but definitely a memorable one that likely was a catalyst of where I am now!
- Speaking of when we lived together – that was when I started my blog. My sister has, and I think will always be, my number one fan when it comes to this outlet. She was my original recipe tester. And guest blogger too! You’ll likely see her comments below on a majority of my blog posts.
- I’ve realized lately that we are a lot more alike than just our looks. (No, we are not twins) I used to see myself as the outgoing, overly emotional, extrovert – while my sister was a little more of the internal, subdued, no emotion, introvert. As we have grown older, there has been somewhat of a shift in balance. I think we have realized there is a time and a place for a mixture of all those characteristics, and we both certainly portray them equally well. My sister is bursting out of her shell, while I’m find comfort hanging out in my newly minted shell.
I thought it was going to be hard to write this “sister edit”. Come up with 10 things about our relationship and sisterhood, that you likely never knew before. But this post, literally, took me 15 minutes to create.
I am so incredibly fortunate to have a sister – and an older sister, even more. Our bond becomes stronger each and every day, and I completed this as a memento of just that.
Can’t wait for more sister adventures, with my one and only.